As shines the moon in clouded skies,
She in her poor attire was seen:

One praised her ankles, one her eyes,

One her dark hair and lovesome mien.

So sweet a face, such angel grace,

In all that land had never been :

Cophetua sware a royal oath :

'This beggar maid shall be my queen!'

OME not, when I am dead,

To drop thy foolish tears upon my

grave,

To trample round my fallen head,

And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry;

But thou, go by.

Child, if it were thine error or thy crime
I care no longer, being all unblest :

Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time,

And I desire to rest.

Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie: Go by, go by.

M

OVE eastward, happy earth, and leave
Yon orange sunset waning slow;
From fringes of the faded eve,

O, happy planet, eastward go:
Till over thy dark shoulder glow
Thy silver sister-world, and rise
To glass herself in dewy eyes

That watch me from the glen below.

Ah, bear me with thee, smoothly borne,
Dip forward under starry light,
And move me to my marriage-morn,
And round again to happy night.