Midnite Rendevous

Thou moon child! Thou singeth love on the eve of circular whims, and the whole world wide is thy disguise; the glint of wine in the stead of wild romance.... When making thy fermenting tides, she prancing upon thy moonlit rocks.... o'er waters dipping her toes in the cool of evening glade; her lover awaits sipping her she-champagne, and smiles her every phase, But they shall sleep till dawn, and morning and all afternoon long; making new songs of Pan with odes sprinkling moon-dust chants in the lap of timeless lands; What wonder to have a gladness infinite, so dashing to walk with new moods holding hands royal as a chimerical night! ---- To take flight with silver(an) wings, with plumes darkling to full moons bright in stars of candlelight; how glazed the lovers terrace and their speckled gazes to each, eyes alive with none other composing their own little song ---- She could but ooze into his arms, and he swoon in her lunar tress, and taste the scent of her darling eyes.... ..... teasing towards the wind(ow)-swept bedroom; the lamp of romance upon the silk sheets ---- thou moon-child proud with starlit chimes! ..... The lovers elope as many a wild wave, and thy moon howls without despair, the lonely of life more distant with every caress, and he in her heaving bosom, doth forget all time, but the chime of bliss....