See,breathed upon by starlight's glance,Swift up and down ahopping,The Man in the Moon beats out his dance,His lively limbs abobbing.
Soft weeping dew of Heaven shines Tangled in curly hair,Then trickles down on to the plains Till blossoms tinkle there.
And now it sparkles,sprouts apace In flakelets gold and pale.
The flowerbells tell the earthly place The Moonman's grievous tale.
He waves in such a friendly way But deep his sorrows smart.
He would be with the sinking ray,Lean to the Sun's full heart.
He's tarried long,he's listened long To hear the rising spheres.
He pines,he yearns to be a song,To thaw in dancing flowers.
Earth's glade is covered with his pain Till field and meadow ring;
Rapt with his own sweet shine,he then Beats,reconciled,his wings.
