Moonlight
The stars around the fair moon
Against the night,
When gazing full she fills the
And spreads the seas with silvery light
The stars around the fair moon
Against the night,
When gazing full she fills the
And spreads the seas with silvery light
It will not hurt me when I am old,
A running tide where moonlight
Will not sting me like silver snakes;
The years will make me sad and cold,
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,
But most where trees are sending Their breezy boughs on high,
What time the meanest brick and
Take on a beauty not their own,
And past the flaw of builded
Shines the intention whole and good,
A black cat among roses,
Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon,
The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock
The garden is very still,
Amongst the flowers Iam alone with my pot of winedrinking by myself; then liftingmy cup I asked the moonto drink with me, its reflectionand mine in the wine cup, justthe three of us; then I sighfor the moon cannot drink,and my shadow goes emptily ...
The far moon maketh lovers
In her pale beauty trembling down,
Lending curved cheeks, dark lips, dark eyes,
A strangeness not their own
The Rival
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.