Spell of the moonlight, come with my calling,
Come with the twilight, the dusk and the night,
Give me your gems, my lover is stalling
And give me the power as is my right.
Her love is fickle, under the awning,
She pouts and she scowls in the predawn air,
Now with your spells a new day is dawning,
I know she’ll let fall her glorious hair!
Ah, give me moonspells, so ripe for fooling
Coy lovers faithless who love only pearls,
Give me spells that I well may be dueling
With all of these feckless, pretty young girls.
Star streams anoint me, red Mars is waxing
Like some titan bird that soars on wide wings,
Let not my lovers be fickle, taxing,
Let me enchant them till each of them sings!
But dark goes the night sky, under the Moon,
And my lips move not, and nothing is said,
Only the cry of the last lonely loon
Marks that these moonspells have vanished and fled.