To wake lit by that lunar light

Toiling from the depth of dreams

Misty minded from the night

So the distant land below the window seems

Illusory

To see beyond the shaded hedge

Hear again the whisper soft

As bedewed we walked, that ghostly pledge

Those lovely echoes of a distant past yet waft

Silently

To sense again her presence there

Knowing how we walked at ease

To touch again her moon-soft hair

In moonlit night beneath those mighty trees

Lovingly

To hold her close in the dusky dawn

Rejoicing in our moonlit tryst

Feeling again that gentle kiss drawn

From the hope that moon-kissed dreams exist

Eternally

But to know again those words so softly sighed

Feel love's breath upon my ear

Her passion promised all and cried

My body and my life are yours until I lie upon my bier

Miserably

To watch her walk away beneath the beeches

Lit only by that low-hung moon

While every fibre of my soul beseeches

Her return, and I know grief and terror pulse and life impugn

Mutely

And now to waken by this late lunar gleam

My mind dream-charged and slow

I see her stand beneath those trees supreme

A lovely shade calling me to our arbour's lambent glow

Eternally