The Voice

“The Voice”

He heard the voice in the swirling, misty night,

Have you ever danced with the beauty in the pale moonlight?

Aye says he; I have danced in the beauty in the pale moonlight.

Have you ever held the beauty in the pale moonlight? Asked the voice deep in the misty night,

Yes, says he, I have held the beauty in the pale moonlight. I held her close and held her tight,

Have you held the beauty throughout the night? Asked the voice from the misty night,

Nay says he, sadly I have not, for the time has not yet come to hold the beauty throughout the night,

The voice in the misty night says such time draws near and right,

Is she here? He asks the voice, the beauty I hold so dear?

The voice only replied, from where she comes and where she goes only God above knows,

Will I ever again hold the beauty in the pale moonlight? He asks,

Possibly. Came the voice, If you do, hold her tight with all your might, pressing her close to your chest and forsake all the rest.