By Newport's waters, I once met
A fair maid on the windy beach...

Desert star of melting silver,
Gleaming through the clouds...

Shahrazad, dancer of the night
Behind the purple lattice of Persian screens...

On rails of steel, I flew away
O'er deep green swamp and windy bay...

Through the verdant trails, I climb
To this mountain rock sublime...

When dusk comes, I take my walk
Meeting ghosts of Summers lost...

A lonely graveyard on the hill
Through twisted trees, I saw...

Silver curtains of moonlight,
Undulating slowly over glowing hillsides...

Wind rustling through eternity's acres
In a pastel land of green and shade...

A forest pathway I follow
Through a distant misty hollow...

Branches move and sadly sway
Their farewell to this long day...

Ancient moon,
Guardian of truth...