Night, deep night, quiet, quiet night.
Low, low, lower now, the moon—
Half-moon very quiet, very bright,
Slicing mountain, sinking slight,
Sinking, sinking, lost from sight.
Facing up, half-moon eyelids soft,
Breathing softer, breathing silent, oh,
Low—you, here upon your pillow,
Smiling o’er the sunken moon,
Higher than starry sky to me.
Finer than all these hills, the sea,
Cliffs around us, rocks below, oh,
More than all the winds that blow,
Here now, early sun, I rise,
Above the light beneath my eyes.
