"Low-Moon Land" describes a speaker looking through a window at night and seeing a snowy, moonlit world where shadows drift and shift in the wind. In that white stillness stands a beautiful woman who beckons him. Once the worries of the day are laid aside, he dreams of this hidden land and of the woman, who will never grow tired of waiting or calling to him. There is a deep, restless longing here: the place is beautiful and inviting, but it remains just beyond reach. He says he would go if only he knew the sea that laps the shore where the moon is low. The mood is dreamy and melancholic, full of yearning for an ideal, perhaps impossible, world that offers escape and enduring love.
Low-Moon Land — Summary
I often look when the moon is low Thro' that other window on the wall, At a land all beautiful under snow, Blotted with shadows that come and go When the winds rise up and fall. And the form of a beautiful maid In the white silence stands, And beckons me with her hands.
And when the cares of the day are laid, Like sacred things, in the mart away, I dream of the low-moon land and the maid Who will not weary of waiting, or jade Of calling to me for aye. And I would go if I knew the sea That lips the shore where the moon is low, For a longing is on me that will not go.