Across the hills while all the world is dreaming.
Moon, moon, moon,
I want to swoon, swoon,
When I see your white rays beaming, gleaming, streaming.
There was a moment's emotional silence, broken by a thunder of rapturous applause. The Song Scena, all too short, was finished.
Anxious not to risk spoiling the impression, I arose and left hastily before the next turn.
She. "Herbert, I can't find my bathing-dress anywhere!"
He. "See if you've got it on."