The spirit lone to cheer.
Fair is the sky, and fair
The earth; and yet 'tis but the moon, this night,
That lights them both, and makes them look so bright,—
Clothes them in beauty rare!
And who are they that come
Into the moonlight from the tranquil shade,
And then shrink back, as to be seen afraid,
With feelings that are dumb?
Two lovers fond and true