Tonight the house was mouse-still except for some beam
That, whisper or creak, complained of the years it had borne
The weight of reality and the human dream
As the real became more real, and the real more forlorn.
Outside, I wondered why I had come here and where
I would go, and back-looking now, saw the tracks of my bare
Dark footprints set in the moonlit dew like snow,
And thought: I must go where they go, for they must know where to go.
~ From “The Moonlight’s Dream” by U.S. Poet Laureate Robert Penn Warren, born on this day in 1905
"Moonlight Night" by Ivan Kramskoy, 1880
