O let me live a lonely life
Far from the gaudy glow
Of men, machines, suburban strife
To breathe where zephyrs blow!
For I have seen with youthful eyes
The glory of the night
And I have felt, ‘neath frosty skies
Serene, at such a sight:
The setting of the silver moon
The silent, starlit sky
The songbird’s tender, tranquil tune
As dawn is drawing nigh