It Was The Lovely Moon--She Lifted Slowly Her White Brow Among Bronze Cloud-Waves That Ebbed And Drifted Faintly, Faintlier Afar. Calm She Looked, Yet Pale With Wonder, Sweet In Unwonted Thoughtfulness, Watching The Earth That Dwindled Under Faintly, Faintlier Afar. It Was The Lovely Moon That Lovelike Hovered Over The Wandering, Tired Earth, Her Bosom Gray And Dovelike, Hovering Beautiful As A Dove.... The Lovely Moon:--Her Soft Light Falling Lightly On Roof And Poplar And Pine-- Tree To Tree Whispering And Calling, Wonderful In The Silvery Shine Of The Round, Lovely, Thoughtful Moon.