Classic Poem

The moon is shining on the sea:
Every night the moon looks down
Through the spaces quietly;
And no matter though I be
In the houses of the town,
Something always says to me,
The moon is shining on the sea.

Along the boulevard I pace,
Peeping up among the trees,
And I see her gentle face
Looking through immensities;
And while I stare there comes to me
The distant murmur of the sea.

For they love each other well:
All across the depth of space
They are reaching out their arms,
They are looking face to face,
The pretty, timid moon and the
Poor, unhappy, little sea.