The keen stars were twinkling
And the fair moon was rising among them
Dear Jane:
The guitar was tinkling
But the notes were not sweet till you sung them
Again
As the moon's soft splendor
O'er the faint cold starlight of heaven
Is thrown
So your voice most tender
To the strings without soul had then given
Its own

The stars will awaken
Though the moon sleep a full hour later
Tonight;
No leaf will be shaken
Whilst the dews of your melody scatter
Delight
Though the sound overpowers
Sing again, with your dear voice rеvealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours
Whеre music and moonlight and feeling
Are one