Stanza
To-morrow all the halo will be sped;
I will love you to-morrow truly.
To-night you are too beautiful to love:
Oh, raise your head
And let the moonlight we were speaking of
Light up your tresses where they fall unruly
Along your throat, and on your shoulder—so!
God! where the breathing-shadows come and go,
Just for to-night you have been visited