The endless deepness of the evening sky
Is filled with silent, burning orbs of light
Which everlasting, seem, to you and I,

And glimmer in their march across the night
Beside their king – the faceless, golden moon
Whose broken shape, in shards of dancing light

Is carried by the dark and wild sea
Which tosses spray, like sand, into the wind,
And swallows up the lights into the deep.