From: Poems of the Lakes and Woods Visions: Night[35] by Frederick Philip Grove The glade lies hollow; breathless halts[36] the Night Like one enwrapped in purple mysteries Around whose forehead gleams a doubtful light:[37] One single[38] star adorns her draperies. Hushed are the woods and stand with limbs outspread, Tense and[39] atremble with expectancy: But she, with airy foot and soundless tread, Her garments trailing over grass and tree, Glides forward, through the heavens' boundless hall: She stretches out an arm and out a hand From whence like dewdrops denser shadows fall And blesses woods and glade and all the land. Miscellaneous Poems 7