THE undiminished moon weaves threefold spell.

A month of phantoms Mars or Mammon serve ;

Yet, falsehood-freed in this true-centred curve,

Of Falsehood's motley empire ring the knell !

Two weeks' unvanquished growth can swiftly quell

Grave's insolence, englobes with living fire

Whatever haunts decay and darkness hire—

Triumphant Life by crescent pictured well !

Eight days ago Sorrow from lonely cell

Cried for completion 'cross the skies : but here

Lover with loved make one un severed sphere

Of seamless Beauty, joy's clear citadel.

From phantoms freed—and death—might we possess

The life of truth—love's everlastingness !