I said, Tonight is her plenilune, And the wise astronomers held their peace, I said, Tonight this naked moon To her prisoned passion will give release; And she shall gather the forests to her And draw the oceans up to her breast. The mountain-torrents shall leap to undo her, And the virgin valleys shall be at rest: And the fish from their fathomless feeding-ground In finny circles shall upward move, And the furry things at the lightest sound Shall make the forest ache with love! And fallen boughs that for centuries Have dreamed, I said, of such a night Shall feel in their mossy mortuaries The living touch of her liquid light! Great promontories, where dawn by dawn Cormorants seeking the open sea With yearning jet-black necks up-borne Steer to the shoals of immensity, Shall thrill as they feel that naked shape Draw near with its luminous languorous power, And over continent and cape Float like an amorous lotus-flower. Now, I said, with that moon at full, While the wise astronomers kept them still, Maids will grow more than beautiful, And starved love-longings will have their will! Now, I said, in this perfect night, Lips that have paled and pined for passion Will take at last their full delight Mouth upon mouth in sweet lunar fashion! Tonight is the night, I said to them all, While the wise astronomers held their peace, That Christ's own cloak on Love shall fall And let mortal longings have full release! Then I looked up. Oh pity, oh loss Irremediable! For behold the shade Of our own dark planet crept across, And on that glory its image laid. Treachery in the heavens! It grew -- That shadow of evil and suppression Larger and larger with the smouldering hue Of the old intolerable repression! It grew like some monstrous shadow of doom Crossing the threshold of a happy king Who begins to reck that his bridal-room Will be the place of his murdering! Terribly, inch by inch it grew. Carved with the ruinous runic scrolls Of our ancient woe and well I knew Betrayed once more were our human souls. Treachery in the heavens! From land And sea and every forest way, From frightened pastures and darkened sand Rose up a cry of wild dismay -- And Christ bent down and hid His head; And the haters of love laughed in their bed; And "The Law is the law," the astronomers said! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON THE MONUMENT OF SIR WILLIAM DYER by KATHERINE DYER MODERN LOVE: 50 by GEORGE MEREDITH SOJOURN IN THE WHALE by MARIANNE MOORE PASA THALASSA THALASSA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AUNTIE'S SKIRTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 91 by EDWIN ARNOLD SEEING A STRANGE WOMAN DEAD by A. G. BECKMANN SONG ON THE WATER (2) by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ON THE VIRGINITY OF THE VIRGIN MARY AND JOHANNA SOUTHCOTT by WILLIAM BLAKE |