Asleep its moving seas, its humming lands;

With what a hungry lip the ocean deep

Lappeth forever the white-breasted sands!

What love is in the moon’s eternal eyes,

Leaning unto the earth from out the midnight skies!

Thy large dark eyes are wide upon my brow,

Filled with as tender light

As yon low moon doth fill the heavens now,

This mellow autumn night!

On the late flowers I linger at thy feet;