Moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
I can soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Life would be an error without me.
And I separate the generations.
I express the inexpressible.
The art most nigh to tears and memory.
On which silence is impossible.
I am the shorthand of emotion.
I should strike fire from the heart of man
and a woman I should bring to tears.
Only I can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.
The speech of angels.
The very first line of the riddle reminds one of the famous German novelist and humorist Jean Paul Richter, one of whose memorable quotes is:
"..... is moonlight in the gloomy night of life"
Edited on March 5, 2007, 9:44 am