Oh moon of my delight..

There was the door to which I found no Key:
There was the Veil through which I could not see:
Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee
there seemed--and then no more of Thee and Me.

Ah Love! could thou and I with fate conspire
to grasp this sorry scheme of things entire,
would not we shatter it to bits--and then
re-mould it nearer to the heart's desire! 
 
Ah, moon of my delight who know'st no wane,
the moon of heav'n could rise once again:
How oft hereafter rising shall she look,
through these times after me---in vain!