Beyond The Moon

[Written to the Most Beautiful Woman in the World]M< Sweetheart is the

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And never have I been in love with Woman,

Always aspiring to be set in tune With one who is invisible, inhuman.

O laughing girl, cold

TH has stepped between,

Spoiling the fevers of your virgin face:

Making your shining eyes but lead and clay,

Mocking your brilliant brain and lady's grace.

TH haunted me the day I wooed and lost,

The day I wooed and won, or wooed in play:

Tho' you were Juliet or Rosalind,

Thus shall it be, forever and a day.

I doubt my vows, tho' sworn on my own blood,

Tho' I draw toward you weeping, soul to soul,

I have a lonely goal beyond the moon;

Ay, beyond Heaven and Hell,

I have a goal!