Night under a Tree

Leaves of green and silver fair,
Falling, falling and sleeping in my hair,
Fluttering, fluttering like butterflies,
While dancing through the air,

Sweet is the song of the wandering wind,
With a melody as mellifluous as when Mermaids sing,
Through the ears of another; a harpy's scream,
So what then, of the song of the wind?

Fireflies! Fireflies! Glittering, glittering,
Gold dust! Gold dust! O' Fairy lights,
Floating, floating to my lullaby,
Illuminating the night as they fly.

O' sweet, sweet moon smiling down upon me,
With your eyes of wisdom and knowledge keen,
O' sweet, sweet moon who loves to sit,
And sing by the seas till stars shall sleep,

A shooting star, a granted wish!
Her blazing tail like a Phoenix's,
A shooting star, swimming like a fish,
Swift and resolute across the seas,

Away, away she shall swim into the deep,
Into horizon's edge, into night's feet,
Away, away and shall never turn back,
Whither the tides shall take her.