Oh misty moon how this surreal beauty
keeps me in your spell
And blooms the passion where echoes of romance
does surely dwell
So like a painting as by a master
across his canvas lightly splashed
With hues and highlights of love
and sentiment so grandly dashed
Misty moon why your enchantment
comes seldom as if a dream
Like the faded backdrop in an Italian opera
it will in fancy seem
No greater magic then this moon
through gossamer softly beaming
Its prisoner am I, shackled in bonded capture
as if forever dreaming