Sunday, February 12, 2012

When Yon Full Moon / W.H. Davies


When Yon Full Moon

When yon full moon's with her white fleet of stars,
   And but one bird makes music in the grove;
When you and I are breathing side by side,
   Where our two bodies make one shadow, love;

Not for her beauty will I praise the moon,
   But that she lights thy purer face and throat;
The only praise I'll give the nightingale
   Is that she draws from thee a richer note.

For, blinded with thy beauty, I am filled,
   Like Saul of Tarsus, with a greater light;
When he had heard that warning voice in Heaven,
   And lost his eyes to find a deeper sight.

Come, let us sit in that deep silence then,
   Launched on love's rapids, with our passions proud,
That makes all music hollow – though the lark
   Raves in his windy heights above a cloud.

~~
W.H. Davies
from Georgian Poetry 1918-1919, 1919

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