Eclipse

O moon, in harvest heaven

Silver bright!

She is coming -- my beloved --

All in white;

Thro' the dewy, dewy grass

I shall hear the maiden pass

Tripping light.

O changing moon in heaven!

Clouding fate!

I have waited, I have waited,

And I wait;

There's a rustle in the grass,

Yet my maiden doth not pass;

She is late.

O lurid moon in heaven,

Dim and red!

In the darkness I have hearkened

For her tread;

O alas! and alas!

Where my love was fain to pass

Lay a viper in the grass;

She is dead.