And the moon wanders up from the woods unknown
glimmering high with opaline veneer;
foreign from the daylight and shining with a will
what a pearly face that watches over me now.
It has a midnight cloak and a crown of stars,
walking across the sky so dark
and brave as it meets face to face
with loneliness and lost hearts
It has a lantern, guiding with clouds of hands
directions and consolations, of hopefulness and virtue
the moon comes up to care for you,
the wanderer is watching.