If I’d sung songs that saw you through the night
and woke you with a kiss at break of day,
and danced upon the moon until the light–
 
You’d probably have said, “This is not right–
Because your words are words, and really they
Are not the ones that see me through the night.

 
“For there are others dancing, oh so bright,
I cannot count them–and you will not stay
Dancing on the moon until the light….

 
“So many boys who praised the moon in flight
And loved me, and saw me on my way:
Though you sang songs to see me through the night–

 
“Wild boys, full seeded, stirring for my sight,
Skin like leather, flesh like moulded clay
Dancing on the moon until the light.

 
“And you, poor thing, there on the mountain height–
What were you asking in your funny way
when you sang songs that saw me through the night
and woke me with a kiss at break of day?”