The moon is full - this winter night
The stars are clear - though few
And every window glistens bright
With leaves of frozen snow.
The sweet moon through your lattice gleams
And lights your room like a day
And there you pa** in happy dreams
The peaceful hours away!
The old clock - in the gloomy hall
Ticks on from hour to hour
And every time it's measured call
seems lingering slow and slower.