The MOON is distant from the sea,
On this midnight dreary,
Where we are thine and thee -
Until we are weary.
He never misses my eye,
When we meet our hands -
Crystalline as the sky,
Along appointed Sands.
Oh, Love, thine hand;
Is mine own distant sea -
Under the Moon's land,
Thine and thee.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
The MOON is distant from the sea,
On this midnight dreary,
Where we are thine and thee -
Until we are weary.
He never misses my eye,
When we meet our hands -
Crystalline as the sky,
Along appointed Sands.
Oh, Love, thine hand;
Is mine own distant sea -
Under the Moon's land,
Thine and thee.
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