The Silent Night

The moonbeams pale, on slumbering earth,
A silent watch, they softly keep,
And stars attend, with gentle mirth,
While weary mortals softly sleep.
No sound disturbs the hallowed hour,
Save distant owl, or rustling leaf,
As nature yields to slumber's power,
And finds in dreams, a sweet relief.

About Sara Teasdale

American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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