Smiling down on this great world,
Stooping to kiss the waters curled
On its breast with rippling grace,
Rising to meet your beaming face?
Lady Moon, Lady Moon, your song I know
When the night is still; it’s sweet and low.
The drowsy tree-tops nod their heads,
The birdies dream it in their beds,
The west wind sings your lullabys,
While all the world in slumber lies.