What is there in u moon, that u should move my heart so potently?

When yet a child I often dried my tears when u have smiled. You seemed my sister: hand in hand we went From eve to morn across the firmament No apples would I gather from the tree Till you have cooled their cheeks deliciously No tumbling water ever stake romance

But my eyes with you thereon could dance No woods were green enough, no bower divine Until your lifted up your eyelids fine In sowing time, never would I dibble take Or drop a seed, till you was wide awake And in summer, time of blossoming No one but you have heard me blithely sing And mesh my dewy flowers all the night