Stanza
Reading edition
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 By more of eternity than you can know. D. G. CARTER.