Moonlight

It seemed that earth while sleeping,

Received from Heav'n a kiss,

Her soul in rapture steeping

And bringing dreams of bliss.

The stars were shining brightly

And gently roved the breeze.

Through cornfields waving lightly

And softly rustling trees.

On this my soul long pondered,

At last her wings she spread,

And through the air she wandered

As though she homeward sped.