The moon is shining on the sea!
Every night the moon looks down
Through the spaces, quietly:
And, no matter though I be
Among the houses of the town,
Something always says to me,
—The moon is shining on the sea—

Along the boulevard I pace,
Looking for her through the trees,
And I see her gentle face
Beaming through immensities:
And, as I look, there comes to me
The lonely murmur of the sea.

All across all that is space
They are telling their distress;
They are looking, face to face,
All longing, and all loneliness;
The pretty, timid, moon, and the
Poor, unhappy, little sea.