At night upon the mountains

At night upon the mountains
The magic moon goes by,
And stops at every threshold
With lure and mystery.

And then my lonely fancy
Can bide content no more,
But through an autumn country
Must search from door to door,

Till in a quiet valley,
Under a quiet sky,
Is found the one companion
To bid the world good-by.

And once again at moonrise
We wander hand in hand,
With the last grief forgotten,
Through an enchanted land.