In the night I'd heard her singing,
So I followed to the fields,
Followed 'till I reached the foothills,
Where the tall grasses yield,
I made my climb to the very top,
There the ground grew bare,
and the green of trees stopped.
There I stood above my worldly cares,
Filling the air, her silvery light,
Gently washed all of the darkness out of the night.
Her song swept across the land,
And soon I could hear the hills too,
The crickets and frogs joined in,
Each one perfectly in tune.
Then with a smile I spreads my lips
And I sang too.
Her beauty around me,
How her song would surround me,
In it my own face,
was pale like the moon.
- Allegra Cole
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