Kedarnath at Midnight
The moon was quiet that night
As it bathed the snow in beauteous light
The mighty peak seemed holier than it had at day-
Silent, omnipotent under the starry sky.
The houses slept, enchanted as if by the silver wand.
Staring through the dreamy sheen
I groped for words and failed to think
What magic or power had touched the earth,
Some eternal poetry in forgotten script
Was alive at that hour; throughout agesFrom prehistoric times.