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 ages From prehistoric times.