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. EDITH. " 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." ALFRED. " 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 !" EDITH. " 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."