THE MOON
Reading edition
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.