In the fragrant, moonlit night,
Without a thought of fear,
I wakened in my seaward room
And felt a Presence near.
The open window glowed,
And suddenly I knew
That Some One was out walking
Above the summer dew.
The tall pines held their breath,
And the little cedar trees,
With all the grasses in the field,
Were kneeling on their knees.
Beyond the dunes the sea
Was like a silver floor,
For Some One’s holy feet to cross
Out of a foreign shore.
Then lo! Above the trees
A halo, round and bright!
No more I saw of One who passed
All silent in the night.