Song

Blurred is the moon in a yellow stain,

And the clouds are flying before the wind,

The leaves fall fast in a ghostly rain,—

Summer is left behind.

And left behind the long nights of June,

When the lights were soft in the waters’ shine —

Softer your lips when they first met mine —

Blurred is the Autumn moon.

Blurred is the moon in a yellow stain,

And oh, for the warmth of your arms again!