May night

Over the garden shines the moon;

Thru' the trees there's a whisper'd sigh;

Lonely lies the spreading lane

In the quiet night.

Branches quiver in azure light;

High the tops of the trees are all drawn

To the long, long panorama

of loveliness there.

Still I dream thru' the passage of time,

While the moon gives benison;

Now the land so blessed by her,

Calmly sleeps, calmly sleeps and waits.