06.05.2012, 11:57
Love And Death
ATTIRED with heavenly light the vestal Moon
Doth traverse her dominion of the sky,
Advancing with a sweeter majesty
Than his, who is the fiery Lord of noon;
And round his shores the Sea doth fret and swoon,
And heaves his surge with many a dolorous sigh,
That he, so lowly, loved of her, so high,
Can ne'er but from the Earth with her commune;
Yet ever from her far supernal place
Through all his depths to him she doth approve
Her influence tender, her affection sure.
And though, dear Love, awhile from my embrace
To radiant heights great Death should thee remove
Yet would thy power to draw me still endure.
ATTIRED with heavenly light the vestal Moon
Doth traverse her dominion of the sky,
Advancing with a sweeter majesty
Than his, who is the fiery Lord of noon;
And round his shores the Sea doth fret and swoon,
And heaves his surge with many a dolorous sigh,
That he, so lowly, loved of her, so high,
Can ne'er but from the Earth with her commune;
Yet ever from her far supernal place
Through all his depths to him she doth approve
Her influence tender, her affection sure.
And though, dear Love, awhile from my embrace
To radiant heights great Death should thee remove
Yet would thy power to draw me still endure.