And then dish up....
The silvery moon will look down from his place
And preside at our meal over dishes and grace.
He hated artificiality:
Simple joy in Nature, free from artifice, gives as great a pleasure as an honest lover's kiss.
His Cradle Song to be sung by Moonlight is delightful in its naive humour (the moon was his special favourite):
Sleep then, little one. Why dost thou weep?
Moonlight so tender and quiet so deep,
Quickly and easily cometh thy sleep.
Fond of all little ones is the good moon;