The Moonlight Dance - Poem by Charles Mackay
Come, maidens come, to our merry dance,
Youth and Beauty come together;
Let young hearts meet
In converse sweet,
At twilight's time, in the summer weather:
By the pale light of the thoughtful moon,
When all is hushed, save the sighing breeze;
In a still and balmy night of June,
Under the leaves of the linden trees.
There song shall awake its softest tones,
Opening all the soul to pleasure;
At silent eve
Our feet shall weave
The jocund dance to its melting measure.
Come, maidens come, when the night-bird's tune
Is wafted afar on the gentle breeze,
Come to our dance, when the watchful moon
Shines through the leaves of the linden trees.
Comments about The Moonlight Dance by Charles Mackay
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You