

The night is calm and cloudless, 



And still as still can be. 

 And the stars conic forth to listen 



To the music of the sea. 

 They gather, and gather, and gather. 



Until they crowd the sky, 

 And listen in breathless si I 



To the solemn litany. 

 It begins in rocky caverns. 



As a voice that chants alone 

 To the pedals of the organ 



In monotonous undertone : 

 And anon from shelving beaches 



And shallow sands beyond, 

 In snow-white robes uprising. 

 The ghostly choirs respond. 

 And sadly and unceasing, 



The mournful voice sings on, 

 And the snow-white choirs still answer, 

 Christe Eleison ! 







Longfelloi.0. 



