THE PHILOSOPHER AND HIS MISTRESS.

We watch’d the wintry moon Suffer her full eclipse Riding at night’s high noon Beyond the earth’s ellipse. The conquering shadow quell’d Her splendour in its robe: And darkling we beheld A dim and lurid globe; Yet felt thereat no dread, Nor waited we to see The sullen dragon fled, The heav’nly Queen go free. So if my heart of pain One hour o’ershadow thine, I fear for thee no stain, Thou wilt come forth and shine: And far my sorrowing shade Will slip to empty space Invisible, but made Happier for that embrace.