Il était tard; ainsi qu'une médaille neuveLa pleine lune s'étalait,Et la solennité de la nuit, comme un fleuveSur Paris dormant ruisselait.

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.

Late night, and like a medal in the skyThe harvest moon was beaming down,And, like a river, the solemnityOf night arranged on the sleeping town. - Confession

I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon, In which long worms crawl like remorse.