Classic Poem

The moon is in an ecstasy,
It wanes not nor can grow.
The heavens are in a mist of love,
And deepest knowledge know.
What things in nature seem to move
Bear love as I bear love?
And bear my pleasures so?

The moon will fade when morning comes,
The heavens will dream no more.
In our missed meetings are eyes hard?
What shadows fleck the door
Averted, when we part? What guard
Scents death in each vain word?
What haggard haunts the shore?

I bear my love as streams that bear
The sky still flow or shake.
Though deep within too far on high.
Light blossoms kiss and wake
The waters sooner than the sky.
And if they kiss and die!
God made them frail to break.