Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл)

The Moon to the Sun

 The Poet sings to her Poet

As the full moon shining there
To the sun that lighteth her
Am I unto thee for ever,
O my secret glory-giver!
O my light, I am dark but fair,
        Black but fair.

Shine, Earth loves thee! And then shine
And be loved through thoughts of mine.
All thy secrets that I treasure
I translate them at my pleasure
I am crowned with glory of thine,
        Thine, not thine.

I make pensive thy delight,
And thy strong gold silver-white.
Though all beauty of mine thou makest,
Yet to earth which thou forsakest
I have made thee fair all night,
        Day all night.

1. The Lover Urges the Better Thrift
2. To the Body
3. To Antiquity
4. The October Redbreast
5. Advent Meditation

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