Song To The Harvest Moon

In the deep silence of the night, We come, O harvest moon, To dance beneath thy gentle light, To many a merry tune; We come, whilst thou in thoughtful sheen Art beaming from the blue, In wild wood lone, and meadow green, To tread the mellow dew! And pledge at midnight's solemn noon A health to thee, O harvest moon! Whilst thou alone dost beam on high, In jolly groups we pass, Among the sheaves of corn and rye, To drain the brimming glass; Or go, when song and dance are o'er, A-roaming 'mong the wheat, To plight our troth, in thickets hoar, To many a maiden sweet, And call on thee, at midnight's noon, To hear our vows, O harvest moon!