The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 15, Issue 1 (April 1, 1940)
Claire De Lune
(From the French of Paul Verlaine).
The pale moon shining through the trees
Illumines every bough,
There, 'neath the leafy canopies
Your voice makes music now
Mirrored within the pool's dark glass
A willow's grace doth show
Etched in black lines, where shadows pass
The wind is keening low,
It is the hour of dreams.
The tenderness and glory of the moon
Have made a rapt still loveliness descend
From the blue firmament where soon
Her sweet way she will wend:
It is the hour of love, my heart.