Through the void of ethereal silence,
Where the last of all echoes must die.
You advance in majestic resplendence
Like a Queen of a kingdom on high.
In the night you besprinkle the heavens.
With the dust of your silvery sheen,
And it spreads out a mantle of softness—
Like a vapor translucent, serene.
When the sun tints the misty horizon
With the flush of morn born anew,
You diminish and melt in the sunlight
Like a feathery fleck on the blue.
From your vantage in lofty seclusion,
Where you glide, yea! for aeons unknown,
You have studied our earth through the ages,
And the knowledge is strictly your own.
Now, were I on the wings of a cherub
To ascend where you hover so free,
Would you break your mysterious silence?—
Would you whisper your secret to me?—