Let me tell you of a sight that I saw,
As I woke from tender sleep;
‘Twas a sight I've never seen before,
Did very near, make me weep.

There before me, shining in the blue,
Hung the moon, a pearly white;
‘Twas believe not in the late hours, too true,
However, was there, beaming as bright.

My weary eyes, fixed high upon its face,
Strange wonder I had found,
My tired head I scratched, just in case
My breath, made that sighing sound.

Alas! it did, and do you know why?
Come! Come! It's the moon we know.
Although hung high, in the blue sky,
It made me remember my woe.

Our little dream, which I think we share,
When the moon, it is, we see,
I'll promise to think of you, I swear,
My desire, my dove Emily.

Awaking from sleep, I was so glad,
Content for a sunny day;
But this disc in the blue made me sad,
Thinking of that time in May,

When like this moon, ill gaze upon you,
Like a vision from heaven supreme;
Warmth engulfing me through and through,
And joyous tears to fill a stream.

To embrace you close, to hug you tight,
My want, too never let you go,
Because In my heart as try as I might,
To another you belong, I know.

I fill my thoughts with dream and hope,
And implore you do the same.
For surely love, in paradises grand scope,
Won't play with me a sick game.

I close my eyes, appealing to the breeze,
I'm a fool, an idiot, am I?
Your scent etched deep like a deadly disease,
My chanted love will she ever reply?

I often think, to live within humble means,
Never, I deserve such a beauteous grace,
A fair woman that even in my wildest dreams,
Imprints an image I can not erase.

The form of my angel, as if you were present,
Appears before my watery eyes,
Your absence elevates my bereft discontent,
Of he who has you for his prize.

To have eyes, I feel, is to be not a crime,
‘Twas not my fault you were viewed,
But punishment is bestowed upon my rhyme,
And now eternally you'll be pursued.

That moon I saw before me, has gone,
But what a sight my eyes beheld.
Within the bright hue it just couldn't hold on,
With loves pain my heart swelled.

Diana's moon chariot and her lovely steeds,
I'll always worship, as if a new;
‘Cause her sister Ceres she plants her seeds,
Within my heart, and it bleeds for you.

When you enter my mind, I can forever write,
Praying my words effect my muse;
To weaken your heart, however so slight,
Let me walk in your lovers shoes.

So I'll take this fight, which many have lost,
Against the hurtfulness of love;
I want you though, and believe at any cost,
Even to die inside, for my dove.

This melody ill leave, which I have sung,
Oh to wake up beside your figure,
Is that dream of mine and my sweet tongue,
My lord I grieve, I believe I adore her.

Just like this moon, my song fades,
Into this pale sky of blue,
Take my words, the fair of fairest maids,
‘Cause guess, they truly say ‘I love you'