Tonight you will be coming soon,
and I will understand
why all alone beneath the moon
it feels so strange to stand.
Pale, you will check your step, and throw
away your cape and hood,
does not the full moon likewise flow
above the somber wood?
And by the magic of her ways
and by yourself spell-bound,
I will be happy — with my days,
the dark and stillness round.
So in the woods a beast which smells
that spring is coming soon
the rustling of the hours tells
and goes to watch the moon.
And softly to the glen he creeps
to wake the dreams of night,
and with the moon's own movement keeps
his step, that's ever light.
Like he, I will be speechless too,
will look and lose my strength,
and guard the solem n seal of you,
o, Night, throughout your length!
There will be m any shining moons
within myself and near,
and pallid shores of ancient dunes,
alluring, will appear.
And from the darkness which unfurls
the ocean green that roars
will bring me flowers, corals, pearls
the gifts of distant shores.
And there will be a thousand sighs
of creatures dead and far,
and somber sleep of silent eyes,
and wine from every star.
Then you will go, and I will stay
to hear the moon's last tune,
and see the dawning of the sky
above the pallid dune.
