HONOR.
When aloft two young hearts are soaring
To those realms of pleasure and pain,
The law and the prophets ignoring,
There’s a something recalls them again.
And the truths that we see in reflection,
Sad but sweetly encircle the soul,
For honor’s more kind than affection
That creates, then destroys the loved goal.
SONG TO THE MOON.
(From “Lionardo, the Gondolier.”)
Orb of some mighty potent power
In thine exalted sphere,
Thy soft light maketh sweet the hour
Within the fairy woodland bower,
To maidenhood, so dear.
Empress of Night, thy beauteous spell
Superb and matchless given,
Thy light the lover loves so well,
The gentle tale of old to tell
While earth becomes, his Heaven.
Luna, thou goddess of the night,
Chaste harbinger of love,
I feel in thy sweet fairy light
My heart again grow glad and bright,
When thou dost ride above.