Donnybrook

I saw the moon, so broad and bright,
Sailing high on a frosty night!

And the air shone silvery between
The pearly queen, and the silver queen!

And here a white, and there a white
Cloud-mist swam in a mist of light!

And, all encrusted in the sky,
High, and higher, and yet more high,

Was gold and gold that glimmered through
The hollow vault, the vault of blue:

And then I knew — that God was good,
And the world was fair! And, where I stood,

I bent the knee, and bent the head;
And said my prayers, and went to bed.
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