Up from the ground rose the mist last night
Up from the ponds and streams
Drawn by the stars and the pale moonlight
Lured by the call of dreams
Up from the ground it rose and swelled
Into the night it swirled
Borne by a promise the darkness held
Between and around, it curled
There 'neath the stars and the smiling moon
It dawdled about the eaves
It moved to the sound of the crickets' tune
And swayed with the graceful leaves
With masterful silence, it crept 'bout the hills
Not one single soul did it wake
It stole through the meadows, thickets and villes
And nary a thing did it take
All that folks noticed when they woke in the morn
Were the traces it left by the trees
Like passed-over cotton...forgotten, forlorn
Swept quickly away by the breeze.