As the full moon shining there To the sun that lighteth her Am I unto thee for ever, O my secret glory-giver! O my light, I am dark but fair, Black but fair. Shine, Earth loves thee! And then shine And be loved through thoughts of mine. All thy secrets that I treasure I translate them at my pleasure. I am crowned with glory of thine. Thine, not thine. I make pensive thy delight, And thy strong gold silver-white. Though all beauty of nine thou makest, Yet to earth which thou forsakest I have made thee fair all night, Day all night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SOUVENIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS FALSE POETS AND TRUE; TO WORDSWORTH by THOMAS HOOD TO FINE LADY WOULD-BE by BEN JONSON THE DEATH OF LYON by HENRY PETERSON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 14 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |