Walking forest paths for peace by night Easy was the path and clear my sight. Our inconstant silver sister moon, Dancing through the sweetly sighing leaves Dappled my green way with pearls, and soon Gathered up her glimmers in a weave Clothing bright your spirit, woven light Laughing free and taking airy flight. Running there with arms outstretched to reach, Foolishly I filled my hands with air. Mocked was I by screech-owls, oak and beech, Stumbled by a knot of futile care. Forests nevermore will be so bright; Still I’ll walk to search out peace by night.