Classic Poem

The stars are colored blossoms on a storm-shaken tree,
The moon a wanton shepherdess that wanders apart.
Night spreads out before us like a dark gleaming sea,
And this glamour of the moonlight is a thing to shake the heart.

I cannot flee beyond you; you are waiting when I come,
Companion of the far white moon, comrade of the dew.
I shiver in the moonlight — though my lips are sealed and dumb,
My heart is torn asunder with desire and fear of you.