Wend softly

 
By silvered pale transference of fairy light
From the moon hid behind clouds of lace
Wend softly thou footsteps
Across frost laden meadows
Toward the distant high green mount
Follow the illuminated path of prudence
And hope after all; progress by shade is safest
There wait through nights watch till the sun
Like a phoenix arises new from the east
See the world shimmering in a new radiance
And no longer held in sway with darkness