"The Old Moon in the New Moon's Arms"

The beautiful and slender young New Moon,
In trailing robes of pink and palest blue,
Swept close to Venus, and breathed low: "A boon
A precious boon, I ask, dear friend, of you.

"O queen of light and beauty, you have known
The pangs of love--its passions and alarms;
Then grant me this one favor, let my own--
My lost Old Moon be once more in my arms."

Swift thro' the vapors and the golden mist--
The Full Moon's shadowy shape shone on the night,
The New Moon reached out clasping arms and kissed
Her phantom lover in the whole world's sight.