DERMID.

See how the snows lie white kissed by the moon,
Clothing the earth in Druid fantasies.
The trees forget that it was ever day:
Each glittering bough is overlaid with frost;
While a light wind blows through the mist-hung plains,
As though the breath of Beauty filled the world
And all men’s hearts with hidden sweet desire.
Above, no smallest wave or ripple of cloud
Disturbs the deep, where, out of fathomless calm,
Untroubled stars look on the troubled world,
As though the eyes of Beauty watched afar
To fill vain hearts with noble images.

                                                                        Cecil French.