Love's Eclipse
Once the gayest of the gay,
She her castanets would play,
Dance before us in the pride
Of her golden summer tide.
Now she's ill and worn and old,
Gone her lovers, gone her gold,
Those who used to hold her dear
Shrink away to-day in fear.
As the moon in heaven bright
Waxes still with borrowed light,
So to woman comes eclipse
When she is touched by no man's lips.
She her castanets would play,
Dance before us in the pride
Of her golden summer tide.
Now she's ill and worn and old,
Gone her lovers, gone her gold,
Those who used to hold her dear
Shrink away to-day in fear.
As the moon in heaven bright
Waxes still with borrowed light,
So to woman comes eclipse
When she is touched by no man's lips.
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