Sing again, with your dear voice revealing

A tone

Of some world far from ours,

Where music and moonlight and feeling

Are one.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822): To Jane. The keen Stars were twinkling.

Meet me by moonlight alone,

And then I will tell you a tale

Must be told by the moonlight alone,

In the grove at the end of the vale!

J A Wade (1800-1875): Meet me by Moonlight.

What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade

Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 1.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!

Here we will sit and let the sounds of music

Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night

Become the touches of sweet harmony.

Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven

Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st

But in his motion like an angel sings,

Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins.

Such harmony is in immortal souls;

But whilst this muddy vesture of decay

Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.

Meet me by moonlight alone,

And then I will tell you a tale

Must be told by the moonlight alone,

In the grove at the end of the vale!

J A Wade (1800-1875): Meet me by Moonlight.

If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,

Go visit it by the pale moonlight.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto ii. Stanza 1.