The Lady of Light

Though I must sleep, and give my body rest,

Still must I love this Moon with all my heart;

Like silly lovers, walking to and fro,

We see each other home, and cannot part.

And when at last the final moment comes,

When I have said ‘Goodnight’, from under cover-

I still have hopes to see her pass my window,

As she goes home alone, without her lover.

Night after night we play this lover’s game,

We come and go, from place to place we roam:

Yet no fair Lady, half so sweet, should be

The last at night to see her lover home.