When and Where

What man was in the Moon last night?

Her silver ore lies scattered here!

What time I go, or where I work,

Not even Love knows when or where.

Who hears a voice inside the Wind's,

Has heard a poet chant his verse;

For any jewels in his song,

Look to a rainbow for their source.

The gold-dust on my leaves of song

Proves where my morning's work was done;

For I'm the man- that spot and speck-

That worked in gold, inside the Sun!