Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ariette
As the moon's soft splendor
O'er the faint, cold starlight of heaven
Is thrown
So thy voice most tender
To the strings without soul has 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 thy melody scatter
Delight
Though the sound overpowers
Sing again, with thy sweet voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours
Where music and moonlight and feeling
Are one