Three—with The Moon And His Shadow

With a jar of wine I sit by the flowering trees. I drink alone, and where are my friends? Ah, the moon above looks down on me; I call and lift my cup to his brightness. And see, there goes my shadow before me. Ho! We're a party of three, I say,— Though the poor moon can't drink, And my shadow but dances around me, We're all friends to-night, The drinker, the moon and the shadow. Let our revelry be meet for the spring time! I sing, the wild moon wanders the sky. I dance, my shadow goes tumbling about. While we're awake, let us join in carousal; Only sweet drunkenness shall ever part us. Let us pledge a friendship no mortals know, And often hail each other at evening Far across the vast and vaporous space!