The moonlight splashes 'gainst the frosted orchard,
The silver beams illum'ing every corner,
And glaring off the apples' smoothness,
Strikes the chant of a playful scorner.
She dances gaily 'twixt the shadows,
"Catch me, I dare you!" She seems to cry,
"For I am quick and I am free!
I can outpace your greatest try!"
"I sing in the branches, I dance in the gloom,
I chant a taunting secretivity, and you shall never discover
The silent mysteries of my slender rays,
Hidden well under my mysterious cover."
"What is it," you say, "about my beauty,
That compels your heart to fail it's beating?"
"Ho ho," I cry, "for ye shall never know!"
Then I laugh, for your curiosity is clearly heating.
"You'll never know my vastest secrets
That my daughters, my silvery beams, laugh and whisper!
Oh your foolish inquisition;
My children shall only dance the quicker!"
"No, you fools, you shall never catch me,
And my tongue is stilled to taunting whispers only!
I'll dance forever, o'er mountain, plain, and prairie;
Now I must be off to sing in the field out yonder: sweet, mysterious, and lonely...
