To The Moon

Final Version

Bushes, valleys, silently, You fill with misty light, Easing my soul utterly Again, at last, at night: Soothingly you cast your gaze Over a dark country, As gentle and friendly eyes Guard my destiny. Glad, and troubled, times Echo in my heart, I walk between pain and delight, In solitude, apart. Flow on, beloved flood: flow on! I’ll never know joy again, Laughter and kisses, both are gone, And loyalty flows away. There was a time I had as yet Life’s most precious thing! Ah, a man can never forget That which torments him! River, through the valley, murmur, Without rest or peace, For my singing, gently whisper, Murmuring melodies, When you rage on winter nights And then overflow, Or when around the Spring’s delights Of bursting buds, you go. Happy are we if, without hate, Hidden from the world, We hold a friend to our heart And with him explore What, unknown to all their art, Ignored, by all mankind, Through the labyrinth of the heart Wanders in the night.