Classic Poem

The radiant searchlight
Of the heavens,
Sends down her glowing whiteness,
Where darkened streets,
And haunts of living things
Enfold themselves
Within her mantle.

Stars, countless stars,
Soften(?) the dais of crystal,
Like bits of crystal,
Soft-bedded in the azure blue,
Veil their brightness,
Paying gracious tribute
To the Enchantress
Of the night-sky.