Moonbeam purest and serenest That from Heaven's pale vapour leanest, Shining earthward far away With thy lustrous silver ray, Shine on my beloved's home, Tell her swift as I come. Dawning sun, thou orb of wonder, Rolling sable clouds asunder, Shake the dun mist from thy brow, Rim with gold her dwelling now; Tell her, glorious messenger, How I haste to come to her. Night's long journeyings are over, I am come to thee, dear lover, Here I wait at earliest dawn 'Mid the roses on thy lawn, Open wide thy window, Sweet, I am kneeling at thy feet.
- by Harold Boulton, Sir (1859 - 1935) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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