The Passer-By

In the fragrant, moonlit night, Without a thought of fear, I wakened in my seaward room And felt a Presence near.

The open window glowed, And suddenly I knew That Some One was out walking Above the summer dew.

The tall pines held their breath, And the little cedar trees, With all the grasses in the field, Were kneeling on their knees.

Beyond the dunes the sea Was like a silver floor, For Some One’s holy feet to cross Out of a foreign shore.

Then lo! Above the trees A halo, round and bright! No more I saw of One who passed All silent in the night.