| 1 | Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white. | |
| 2 | So is the silent bright moon in the night sky. | |
| 3 | Have you ever heard the wolf cry to The blue cry moon? | |
| 4 | You the independent old tree is lonesome before the window, silent in the night sky of that silvery moonlight is also lonesome. | |
| 5 | A light jacket and white shirt gold saddle, a Pomo landscapes painted skin clean, bright moon, lovingly pathetic. |