The moon is shining on the sea : 
Every night the moon looks down 
Through the spaces quietly ; 
And no matter though I be 
In the houses of the town, 
Something always says to me, 
The moon is shining on the sea. 

Along the boulevard I pace. 
Peeping up among the trees. 
And I see her gentle face 
Looking through immensities ; 
And while I stare there comes to me 
The distant murmur of the sea. 

For they love each other well : 
All across the depth of space 
They are reaching out their arms, 
They are looking face to face, 
The pretty, timid moon and the 
Poor, unhappy, little sea.