There was an old owl lived in an oak - The more he heard, the less he spoke; The less he spoke, the more he heard - O, if women were like that wise bird !

How smoothly, rapidly, and freely the sleigh
glides in the moonlight when you are with a
friend and when, warm and fresh beneath her 
sable fur, flushed and trembling, she squeezes
you hand...

Storm-clouds whirl and storm-clouds scurry;
From behind them pale moonlight
Flickers where the snowflakes hurry.
Dark the sky and dark the night.