Stars and Moon.

BENEATH the stars and summer moon
     A pair of wedded lovers walk,
Upon the stars and summer moon
     They turn their happy eyes, and talk.


" Those stars, that moon, for me they shine
     With lovely, but no startling light ;
My joy is much, but not as thine,
     A joy that fills the pulse, like fright."


" My love, a darken'd conscience clothes
     The world in sackcloth ; and, I fear,
The stain of life this new heart loathes, 
     Still clouds my sight ; but thine is clear.

" True vision is no startling boon
     To one in whom it always lies ;
But if true sight of stars and moon
     Were strange to thee, it would surprise.

" Disease it is and dearth in me
     Which thou believest genius, wealth ;
And that imagined want in thee
     Is riches and abundant health.

" O, little merit I my bride !
     And therefore will I love her more ;
Renewing, by her gentle side,
     Lost worth :  let this thy smile restore !"


" Ah, love !  we both, with longing deep,
     Love words and actions kind, which are
More good for life than bread or sleep,
     More beautiful than Moon or Star." 




Last modified 5/11/95