The Harvest Moon

The dark magnolia leaves and spreading fig With green luxuriant beauty all their own, Stirless, hang heavy-coated with the dew, Which swift and iridescent gleams shoot through As if a thousand brilliant diamonds shone. Afloat the lagoon, water-lilies white In sweets with muscadines perfume the night. A song bird restless chants a fleeting lay; Asleep on all the swamp and bayou lies A peaceful, blissful moonlight, mystic haze, A dreaminess o'er all the landscape plays. While lake and lagoon mirror all the skies. There is a glory doomed to pass too soon. That lies subdued beneath the harvest moon.