I MAKE apprizal of the maiden moon For what she is to me: Not a great globe of cheerless stone That hangs in awful space alone, And ever so to be; But just the rarest orb, The very fairest orb, The star most lovely-wise In all the dear night-skies! So thou to me, O jestful girl of June! I have no will to hear Cold calculations of thy worth Summed up in beauty, brain, and birth: Such coldly strike mine ear. Thou art the rarest one, The very fairest one, The soul most lovely-wise That ever looked through eyes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLIFF SWALLOWS by DEBRA NYSTROM PARADISI GLORIA by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS WINTER: MY SECRET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SONG OF AMORGEN by AMORGEN; AMERGIN GLUINGEI; PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 5. ALLAH-AL-KUDDUS by EDWIN ARNOLD |