THE RING
49
Twelve times in the year
Bring me bliss,
Globing Honey Moons
Bright as this.
Bring me bliss,
Globing Honey Moons
Bright as this.
Moon, you fade at times
From the night.
Young again you grow
Out of sight.
From the night.
Young again you grow
Out of sight.
Silver crescent-curve,
Coming soon,
Globe again, and make
Honey Moon.
Coming soon,
Globe again, and make
Honey Moon.
Shall not my love last,
Moon, with you,
For ten thousand years
Old and new?
Moon, with you,
For ten thousand years
Old and new?