O MOON! did you see My lover and me In the valley beneath the sycamere-tree? Whatever befell, O Moon! don't tell; 'T was nothing amiss, you know very well. O Moon! you know, A long time ago You left the sky and descended below, Of a Summer's night, By your own sweet light, To meet your Endymion on Latmos height. And there, O Moon! You gave him a boon, You would n't, I'm sure, have granted at noon; 'T was nothing amiss, Being only the bliss Of giving -- and taking -- an innocent kiss! Some churlish lout, Who was spying about, Went off and blabbed, and so it got out; But for all the gold The sea could hold, O Moon! I would n't have gone and told! So, Moon! don't tell, Whatever befell My lover and me in the leafy dell; He is honest and true, And, remember, too, We only behaved like your lover and you! |