After many strange thoughts,

Thoughts of distant harbors, and new life,

I came in and found the moonlight lying in the room.

Outside it covers the trees like pure sound,

The sound of tower bells, or of water moving under the ice,

The sound the deaf hear through the bones of their heads.

We know the road; as the moonlight

Lifts everything, so in a night like this,

The road goes on ahead, it is all clear.