Classic Poem

The Lady Moon is sailing,
High up in heaven she rides;
I see her shining silver car,
Attended by full many a star,
Keeping the tides.

Oh, Lady Moon! so shining,
Your face is sweet and mild;
I long with you, dear moon, to be
Afloat upon that silver sea,
A happy child.

Oh, Lady Moon! still sailing,
A constant watch you keep;
From east to west you steer your car;
I feel your smile, dear moon, afar,
Guarding my sleep.