November moonlight

Behold November's moonlight

in the full enchantment of a fine mist

hovering motionless over the broad river,

whose presence we can only guess at by the fires reflected in it,

its banks hidden by a line of several leagues

of hills with their moving fires. High above rides the moon,

enigmatic key to this motionless enchantment,

and it seems that with a breath

it would become cruel and raw again.