The night is dreary when you not near me.
The stars gain colder when you off afar.
The moon grew paler when I looked lately.
But your heart is chiller, for it beats no longer.
Moonlight, you spread your silvers onto us
And lead us to dreams by your soft whispers--
Unspoken whispers--that's heard by the hearts--
Poetic hearts--love-searching and tender.
Sleep, sleep, sweet baby, don't you need worries.
It is well with me--I listen to your pledge--
You said you could rest if I would not weep--
For you I wept, for you I stop my griefs...