Autumn Burial

The moon shone full that night,
And fill’d with misty light
The solemn clouds hung white
  Above her pall;
Waiting the golden dawn
The silent woods stood wan,
While through their aisles mov’d on
  Her funeral.

Palely their torches flare,
While rob’d in white they bear
Her corpse that was most fair
  Of them that die,
By sleeping forests tall
And woods funereal
Through the decaying fall
  Beneath the sky.

The orbed moon looks down
Upon her golden crown,
From out the forest brown
  The wood-things stare;
The holy stars behold
Her woven hair of gold,
And slumbering and cold
  Her bosom bare.

The moon shines full o’erhead,
And they with bowed head
About her body dead
  In silence stand;
There where no foot hath trod
They bury her with sod
Alone with only God
  In all the land.

Tall forests stand around
About her grassy mound
And over all the ground
  Lie shadows hoar.
She ’neath the passing moon
Sees not the shadows strewn
Sunk in her golden swoon
  Forevermore.