If The Moon Had A Hand I Wonder Would She Stretch It Down Unto Me? If She Did, I Would Go To Her Glacier Land, To Her Ice-Covered Strand. I Would Run, I Would Fly, Were The Cold Ever So, And Be Warm In The Snow. O Moon Of All Light, Sailing Far, Sailing High In The Infinite Sky. Do Not Come Down To Me, Lest I Shriek In Affright, Lest I Die In The Night Of Your Chill Ecstasy.