Under the Moon

There is nothing

Like the moon-night when the rich noble stars

And maiden roses interchange their long looks of love.

There is nothing like the moon-night

When I raise my face from the land of loss

Unto the golden air, and calmly learn

How perfect it is to grow still as a star.

There is nothing like the moon-night

When I walk upon the freshest dews,

And amid the warmest breezes,

With all the thought of God

And all the bliss of man, as Adam

Not yet driven from Eden, and to whom

Eve was not yet born. What a bird

Dreams in the moonlight is my dream;

What a rose sings is my song.