The moon escapes the pale water’s rim,
Rises, and the waters jump and run
And trace their steps across the sandy bottom
To the secret place where they began;
And as the creeping moon trims her way
Across the starry sky, the waters stop
Turn around, and run again to play
With the shore.
Every water step
Is calculated by the moon’s delight.
Though horns and shadows decorate her face,
Or yellow craters drop their golden light,
Or darkness hides the strangeness of her face,
No one else can hum her lunar tune –
And waters cannot dance without the moon.