THY woodland lovers, O sovereign moon, Have sighed for the day's declining, They long to follow thy silver feet In the track of the dewdrops shining. For thee the water her sweet breast bares, For thee wears the lily's adorning, In silent ecstasy holds thee close, Nor letteth thee go till morning. The lofty pines lift their heads to thee, Thy light on the lone yew lingers, For thy caresses the tortuous oaks Hungrily stretch their fingers. The dainty, tremulous birchen tree Entreats thee with tender passion, And thou desirest her silver stem Her delicate branches fashion. Her fairy outline is thy delight And the sound of her fine leaves turning. Her leaves that stir in the wind of night That thou mayest still their yearning. Thy love transfigures me too, O moon, And here in thy glorious glances My waving hand is a lotus bloom, My foot is a star that dances. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMMORTAL MIND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON RELIEVING GUARD by FRANCIS BRET HARTE TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK STILL FALLS THE RAIN; THE RAIDS, 1940. NIGHT AND DAWN by EDITH SITWELL NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 29 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SAN FRANCISCO HARBOR by NANCY BUCKLEY MEMORIALS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |