Rising from sable clouds the moon
More sweetly can beguile ;
By night your beauty cast aside her veil ,
Most sweetly mine :
For I by loving sought your love to gain ,
Importunate as any nightingale ,
Nor loved in vain .
By you I steered my midnight heart ,
Nor feared my course to lose ,
Nor like a lake-borne truant , to capsize
At an owl’s hoot :
No idle terror could obscure your light ;
Which soon the grim fog that still brooding lies
Blotted from sight .
I wear away the interlune ,
Secure , as one who goes
Surefooted on his dark accustomed ways ,
Bravely alone :
Ever in hope to see you rise again
Yet lovelier , yet brighter to my gaze ,
No more to wane .
3rd September 1952