Moonrise

I watch the fair moon climb the sky And walk among the stars, As one who walked a garden by And met me at the bars-- And it was you, dear heart, drew nigh, And he who waited there was I.

And I, ere Spring shall set me free, Shall look on many moons; Yea, I shall look on moon and tree And live my dreamy Junes-- But ev’ry moon that I shall see A memory of you will be.