Moon-Rival
Yes, I am jealous of the moonlight's rays
That met thine eyes in those far mystic lands!
That moon's soft kiss that fell upon thine hands
In far-off girlish unforgotten days
This I am jealous of, — and of the lays
The stars sang to thee, shining over sands
Vast, treeless, limitless. When Love commands
The dead years answer, and open wide their ways.
O Southern stars and moon that met her eyes
In earliest girlhood, when the sweet world came
To lay upon her lips its flowers and flame
And prison in her look its light of skies —
O moon and stars that won from her replies
Tender, hath she a soul for me to claim?
That met thine eyes in those far mystic lands!
That moon's soft kiss that fell upon thine hands
In far-off girlish unforgotten days
This I am jealous of, — and of the lays
The stars sang to thee, shining over sands
Vast, treeless, limitless. When Love commands
The dead years answer, and open wide their ways.
O Southern stars and moon that met her eyes
In earliest girlhood, when the sweet world came
To lay upon her lips its flowers and flame
And prison in her look its light of skies —
O moon and stars that won from her replies
Tender, hath she a soul for me to claim?
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