Impressions: A Book of Verse/Lady of the Moonlight
LADY OF THE MOONLIGHT
DEAR Lady of the Moonlight, here we walked,
Dim tree-tops arched mysterious overhead
Wild shrubs, unseen, about us as we talked
Warm fragrance shed.
Great oaks their gnarled boughs triumphant tost
In the strange beauty of that summer night
The moon in darkest forest tangle lost
Was hid from sight.
But soon she netted in her silver snare
The woods and pierced their thickets dark and sweet,
My heart was taken captive unaware
And trembled at thy feet.
Dear Lady of the Moonlight, yet once more
This summer night our forest path I seel
Thy gentle presence near me as before,
Thou dost not speak.
Yet all the beauty of the night firfd s voice
To speak of thee! I know thee by my side
And in thy love shall to all time rejoice
Though thou hast died!