by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956)

Language: English 
The far moon maketh lovers wise
   In her pale beauty trembling down,
Lending curved cheeks, dark lips, dark eyes,
   A strangeness not their own.
And, though they shut their lids to kiss,
In starless darkness peace to win,
Even on that secret world from this
   Her twilight enters in.


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This text was added to the website: 2008-01-13
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