Know it and come by the first flush of morn?
The moonlight is dark light, ’tis fear I’m after feelin’,
The fairies should be in it and steal her heart away,
A goblet for their feasting, they’d drain it and fill it
With dreams of a far world beyond the light of day.
It’s God’s light I’m wanting, and Moira to see it,
See it and tremble with the love of God,
And seeing it she’d turn, and look within my own eyes,
And wonder at the vision transforming a sod
Into worshipful silence and thought that is living,