My house is hushed to moss and mouse, 
so sweetly nesh, so softly puss. 

I have fastened my door with fear and care 
and I lie watching, awake. 

         The key is in the lock, 
         the worm is in the wood, 
         the spider is on the web, 
         the mouse is in the hole. 

O new moon, new moon, tell to me 
this night who my lover shall be!