Tis the night the full moon shall glow,
when stars will wink and thee animals grow,
where in bitter wind the tall trees sway,
never once shaming the night by looking away.
Though before the dark sky can brighten,
with glorious colours of red, orange, enlightened,
the clashing woods settle down, bow their crowns,
their dark leaves flow around, untamed gowns,
screeching crows soar overhead, fleeing from the hound,
and the bone-white moon settles down for the night time.