So late the hour, so sweet the tune
I find my solace neath the moon.
While the village sleeps, and all is sound
Such a place where love is found.

Our talks were civil
And our feelings glad.
Tho the white dwarf stars
Had left us sad.

At rest upon
The crescent brim
I lie and sing
My somber hymn.

And the moon
Who has heard my somber tune
Would permit my soul
All too soon.

Tho the moon's own light
Begins to fade,
I must depart and return
On another day.