White Moon comes in on a baby face.

The shafts across her bed are flimmering.

Out on the land White Moon shines,

Shines and glimmers against gnarled shadows,

All silver to slow twisted shadows

Falling across the long road that runs from the house.

Keep a little of your beauty

And some of your flimmering silver

For her by the window to-night

Where vou come in, White Moon.