O PERFECT moon ; O sky of undimmed glory ;

O earth as won with a far wave-murmured story

Winding among your dreams

(Guarded from mercenary sight,

That silver palace built of light,

Those fountains fed from moon-enchanted streams).

Moon-fragrant deep, strew thy petalled hours

Upon our sleep, till touched with subtler powers

Of augury it scries

Within the crystal bowl of night

An inscape of unfettered Light ;

Lagoons embrinked with joy ; grief-unshadowed skies.