Alas! the enamoured Moon will send no more
Her golden beams along the eastern shore!
"No more", the lonesome stars do faintly cry.
And then they flicker dim, they mourn and sigh.
O Western Wind, now go to find her home,
Away to sea you go, ask from every foam
Away to vales and mountains, there implore
To send her rays as on the nights of yore!
Her golden beams along the eastern shore!
"No more", the lonesome stars do faintly cry.
And then they flicker dim, they mourn and sigh.
O Western Wind, now go to find her home,
Away to sea you go, ask from every foam
Away to vales and mountains, there implore
To send her rays as on the nights of yore!