Wide are the meadows of night, 
And daisies are shinng there, 
Tossing their lovely dews, 
Lustrous and fair; 

And through these sweet fields go, 
Wanderers amid the stars -- 
Venus, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune, 
Saturn, Jupiter, Mars. 

'Tired in their silver, they move, 
And circling, whisper and say, 
Fair are the blossoming meads of delight 
Through which we stray.