All was black except the moon
That stamped itself upon the wall.
And in the darkness of that gloom
It was her face that would befall.

For she was all he seemed to see
When darkness took before the sleep.
The moonlight vision reverie
Was just enough to make him weep.

He fell into a fitful dream
Where love was not a second chance.
And joyful as the thought would seem
It vanished at first morning’s glance.

For nights alone was only when
He could see her beauty still.
But asked to do it all again
Admits, does he, that yes he will.