If the Moon had a hand 
I wonder would she 
Stretch it down unto me ? 
If she did, I would go 
To her glacier land, 
To her ice-covered strand.
I would run, I would fly, 
Were the cold ever so, 
And be warm in the snow. 
O Moon of all Light, 
Sailing far, sailing high 
In the infinite sky.
Do not come down to me, 
Lest I shriek in affright, 
Lest I die in the night 
Of your chill ecstasy.