Bright in the void the mirror moon
appears,
To the hushed music of the heavenly
spheres,
Full orbed, while autumn wealth beneath
her lies,
On her eternal journey through the skies.
Oh may we ever walk within the light
Nor lose the true path in the eclipse of night!
Oh let us mount where rays of glory beam
And purge our grossness in the Silver
Stream !
Chi P°o 8th or 9th cent. A.D.