A pale enchanted moon is sinking low br Behind the dunes that fringe the shadowy lea, br And there is haunted starlight on the flow br Of immemorial sea. br br I am alone and need no more pretend br Laughter or smile to hide a hungry heart; br I walk with solitude as with a friend br Enfolded and apart. br br We tread an eerie road across the moor br Where shadows weave upon their ghostly looms, br And winds sing an old lyric that might lure br Sad queens from ancient tombs. br br I am a sister to the loveliness br Of cool far hill and long-remembered shore, br Finding in it a sweet forgetfulness br Of all that hurt before. br br The world of day, its bitterness and cark, br No longer have the power to make me weep; br I welcome this communion of the dark br As toilers welcome sleep.