O beautiful moon

Oh! beautiful moon with the ghostly face,

Oh! moon with the brows of snow,

Rise up, rise up from your slumbering place,

And draw from your eyes the veil,

Lest my wayward heart should fail

In the homage it fain would bestow --

Oh! beautiful moon with the ghostly face,

Oh! moon with the brows of snow.

Oh! beautiful mouth like a scarlet flow'r,

Oh! mouth with the wild, soft breath,

Kiss close, kiss close in the dream-stricken bow'r,

And whisper away the world;

Till the wayward wings are furled,

And the shadow is lifted from death--

Oh! beautiful mouth like a scarlet flow'r,

Oh! mouth with the wild, soft breath!

Oh! beautiful soul with the outstretched hands,

Oh! soul with the yearning eyes,

Lie still, lie still in the fairy lands

Where never a tear may fall;

Where no voices ever call

Any passion-act, strange or unwise--

Oh! beautiful soul with the outstretched hands,

Oh! soul with the yearning eyes!