Go to Sleep, Darlings...
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields
It covers them snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, Go to Sleep, Darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll
Over the top of the mountains the moon Rose unexpectedly In the sky it drifted, A bird, a fairy! Blown out, round and sweet Melon-like! It danced in the sky Impassioned In the fragrant night, Lighting every road, Making my head swim, My senses dazed. Did I dream? Did I really see you? You fell into the well Like the declining sun. Moon, wink at me Bright Moon, magic moon The mirror of the loving girl, Peep out at the balcony!