Two wedded lovers watched the rising moon, That with her strange mysterious beauty glowing, Over misty hills and waters flowing, Crowned the long twilight loveliness of June: And thus in me, and thus in me, they spake, The solemn secret of first love did wake. Above the hills the blushing orb arose; Her shape encircled by a radiant bower, In which the nightingale with charmed power Poured forth enchantment o'er the dark repose: And thus in me, and thus in me, they said, Earth's mists did with the sweet new spirit wed. Far up the sky with ever purer beam, Upon the throne of night the moon was seated, And down the valley glens the shades retreated, And silver light was on the open stream. And thus in me, and thus in me, they sighed, Aspiring Love has hallowed Passion's tide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO SIR ROBERT WALPOLE (1) by HENRY FIELDING SEVEN TIMES SEVEN [- LONGING FOR HOME] by JEAN INGELOW DO THOU LOVE, TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS A DEDICATION by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG ECLOGUE: THE 'LOTMENTS by WILLIAM BARNES ECHOES OF SPRING: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND A PRAYER FOR A LITTLE HOME by FLORENCE BONE |