The Twilight Spell

As the Moon with the first slim smile And myriad stars appear in the sky grand Ready to watch the earthly show a while , The awaiting crickets and frogs in the band Begin their choral orchestra which booms high From among the wild reeds and weeds and the lot , Along the swamp bordering the large lake ; Despite the fond fish dancing deep down the spot The water is still and graceful to reflect, and eke The images of glow-worms glimmering : a fairy land ; Creatures performing for the complete , perfect bliss Of the beholder - far or near,romantic or bland ; The vision eye of art would never afford to miss Such free glory and glamour of a closing day , Never cloy ,but ecstatic a domain of the fay .