The beautiful moon cannot glow,
and the rivers cannot so softly flow;
The shy plants cannot turn away,
and the silent night,
sprinkled with secret sounds,
cannot be stolen by day,
as long as we are so separate,
as separate as the moon and the sun,
and the sand and the sky
in so melancholy a state.
Image: Charles Codman. Cabin in the Woods. 1828.