Once I walked out in the moonlight

All alone,

And all the trembling summer night

Was clear, and soft stars shone.

I walked, and sang,

And in exuberance of spirits ran

And ran o'er fields until I tired,

And near a birch tree lay

And watched the heavens

Saw the bright stars fall,

And laughed and shouted to the moon

With gladness.

Just to live was good,

I felt, and I defied

The world to take this night from me,

And I turned upon my arms and cried.