One night as Dick lay half asleep
Into his drowsy eyes
A great still light begins to creep
From out the silent skies
It was lovely moon's, for when
He raised his dreamy head
Her surge of silver filled the pane
And streamed across his bed
So, for a while, each gazed at each -
Dick and the solemn moon -
Till, climbing slowly on her way
She vanished, and was gone
Full Moon was written by Herbert Howells & Walter de la Mare.