The lady moon, a goddess bright,
With shoulders gleaming bare and white,
And stately head in rev'ry bowed,
Leans from her balcony of cloud
In the blue palace of the night.
Down peering from her queenly height,
She pours her soft, refulgent light
Upon a merry-making crowd--
The lady moon!
Apart, a maid and lover-wight,
Their troth with eager tremblings plight--
Lips meet, and solemn vows are vowed
The while, serenely fair and proud,
Smiles sweet approval of the sight--
The lady moon!
