Night-Waliking

It's dark outside, and my door is open;
She can enter and I can exit.
Waiting for none, I started my night-walk,
Under the moon-world, searching for a life alive.

Dark inside, but light outside;
She's calling everyone who passes her.
Who - but I - can walk at this odd hour,
Searching for his beauty outside.

Beauty - the thing that often charmed me -
Is deep buried under this white oak tree.
Bathed in moonlight, she spread her green-hair,
Like a harlot seducing her rich lover-maker.

She's rich - not with wealth but beauty -
Beauty is wealth that shines too short.
Waking far and long in the moon-light,
I found my beauty, spreading my bed.

Road was long and rocky, but
Hope, that kept my eyes open, took me here.
At every turn of the road I expected her,
To wait for me with her gleaming eyes!

My road stops here and no more journeys,
For I found my lady, ever-young, waiting!
My race is over and I found my crown, but
Eyes around me are leaking, unaware of my success!