THE MOON
  As in the soft and sweet eclipse,
  When soul meets soul on lovers' lips,
  High hearts are calm, and brightest eyes are dull;
  So when thy shadow falls on me,
  Then am I mute and still, by thee
  Covered; of thy love, Orb most beautiful,
  Full, oh, too full!

  Thou art speeding round the sun,
  Brightest world of many a one;
  Green and azure sphere which shinest
  With a light which is divinest
  Among all the lamps of Heaven
  To whom life and light is given;
  I, thy crystal paramour,
  Borne beside thee by a power
  Like the polar Paradise,
  Magnet-like, of lovers' eyes;
  I, a most enamoured maiden,
  Whose weak brain is overladen
  With the pleasure of her love,
  Maniac-like around thee move,