The Eleventh Moon

'Twas in the eleventh moon I wentwool gathering in the dim,Near by me was a lover ladand the sweetness was on him.

Lightly his eyes went to the eastand he with joy was dumb,His sweet love walked a miracleout of the moonlight come.

Oh, but he was the fine lover!with a lover's thirsting eye:—When two hearts beat the tune is sweetand knows not how to die.

Her laugh it was the rainbow's laughdelicious to the land,And she gave to him for close lovingher little silken hand.

Her face was made of Summer thoughtjoined with the giddy Spring:Gently I said, O heart, she istoo heavenly a thing.

The moon did seem as music spilledupon her spotless gown,And at her height of happinessthe summer tear came down.

Night—and the silence honey-wet:the moon came to the full:It was a time for gentle thoughtand the gathering of wool.