The Poetry Corner

When Yon Full Moon

By William Henry Davies

When yon full moon's with her white fleet of stars, And but one bird makes music in the grove; When you and I are breathing side by side, Where our two bodies make one shadow, love; Not for her beauty will I praise the moon, But that she lights thy purer face and throat; The only praise I'll give the nightingale Is that she draws from thee a richer note. For, blinded with thy beauty, I am filled, Like Saul of Tarsus, with a greater light; When he had heard that warning voice in Heaven, And lost his eyes to find a deeper sight. Come, let us sit in that deep silence then, Launched on love's rapids, with our passions proud That makes all music hollow - though the lark Raves in his windy heights above a cloud.