Moonlit Night

When silver beams on tranquil waves,
Doth weave a path of dreams and light;
And stars cascade like gilded graves,
In soft and soothing, tender night.

There, in the stillness, lovers sigh,
In Nature’s cradle, hearts entwine;
The world fades back, as time glides by,
In shadows sweet, two souls align.

O Night! Your cloak, a gentle guide,
In whispered warmth, let love abide;
For in your hush, our spirits soar,
In moonlit magic, forevermore.

• Alphonse de Lamartine