  The Sun pours gold upon the waking earth And makes the hills and valleys ring with glee, Brings fruits and flowers to their joyous birth, And paints strange colors on the foaming sea. The Moon, with quivering wand of silver-white, Calls forth the fairies to their circling dance, Bids lovers seek their never old delight, And fills the air with perfume of romance. Yet, Sun, thy glory passes with the day, And Moon, the dawn destroys thy loveliness; But thou, sweet Star o’ Love, wilt shine alway, Nor night nor day can make thy splendor less. Fade, lordly Sun, and Moon, forget to shine, Since thy white wonder, Star o’ Love, is mine! |
|
