Poem of the Day for August 5, 2016

August Moonlight

    The solemn light behind the barns,
The rising moon, the cricket’s call,
The August night, and you and I –
What is the meaning of it all!

Has it a meaning, after all?
Or is it one of Nature’s lies,
That net of beauty that she casts
Over Life’s unsuspecting eyes?

That web of beauty that she weaves
For one strange purpose of her own, –
For this the painted butterfly,
For this the rose – for this alone!

Strange repetition of the rose,
And strange reiterated call
Of bird and insect, man and maid, –
Is that the meaning of it all?

If it means nothing, after all!
And nothing lives, except to die –
It is enough – that solemn light
Behind the barns, and you and I.

Richard Le Gallienne


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