. Oracle, The. on moonlight scenes With mellow moonlight flooding oer, To see the silver moonlight sheens That ancient bards beheld of yore; For in its magic mellow light Romance comes stealing through the night. The wooded nook I saw by dayIs now walled in by sylvan gloom,While on the sheen the moonbeams play,Its open scope to softly HumeAnd gentle zephyrs whisper lowSweet memories of long ago. The brook whose way the day disclosed, Is hidden all but here and there Where some stray moonbeam is reposed; A merry gurgle, music (rare, Is wafted softly to the ear, Now low and far, now loud and nea

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. Oracle, The. on moonlight scenes With mellow moonlight flooding oer, To see the silver moonlight sheens That ancient bards beheld of yore; For in its magic mellow light Romance comes stealing through the night. The wooded nook I saw by dayIs now walled in by sylvan gloom,While on the sheen the moonbeams play,Its open scope to softly HumeAnd gentle zephyrs whisper lowSweet memories of long ago. The brook whose way the day disclosed, Is hidden all but here and there Where some stray moonbeam is reposed; A merry gurgle, music (rare, Is wafted softly to the ear, Now low and far, now loud and near. A breath of sweetness fills the nightAnd rises from a source unseen;My thoughts on fancy wing their flight,And gambol in the sweet serene,And conjure up sweet visions fairTo dance among the moonbeams there. A whip-poor-will, from out the sky,Calls down, his presence to wailing owl cries out close by;Its sad notes quiver on the laughing owl, then, does respond;An echo answers from

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