Silver and gossamer shines down the moonlight,
Streams of quicksliver etherial dreams;
Not of the waking world, part of the twilight
Not of this land where reality teems.
Dim image of magic that fades like the rainbow,
A glance at a mirror, a glimmer, a dream.

Lost in obscurity far from the sunlight,
Juxta-opposed to material schemes;
Viewed as a portrait distorted by memory,
Touched by the rays of Mare Imbrium beams ­
Dim image of magic that fades like the rainbow,
A glance at a mirror, a glimmer, a dream.

Not of the world that is only a memory,
Neither the world that is only a dream;
Part of a place that is not here among us
Left as a message in some silent scheme ­
Dim image of magic that fades like the rainbow,
A glance at a mirror, a glimmer, a dream.

Touch of the transient Autumn and twilight,
Amber sweet sunset from Winter to Spring.
Borne on soft clouds of muse imagination
That over the ages the minstrel did sing ­
Dim image of magic that fades like the rainbow,
A glance at a mirror, a glimmer, a dream.