O Moon in heaven gleaming,
thine argent visage beaming,
upon this dark land dreaming,
O quiet, vibrant light.

How bright thine silver face is;
how fair thy mystic shape is;
how maddening thy grace is!
I am fettered by thine sight.

What pleasure but to see thee;
and spy thine beauty nightly -
yet distance ever spite me
and darken my delight.

My soul is then left open;
my beating red heart broken
with unquenched pain unspoken
but for these verses that I write.