A Song for Lovers

The moon is shining on the sea:
Every night the moon looks down
Through the spaces quietly;
And no matter though I be
In the houses of the town,
Something always says to me,
The moon is shining on the sea.

Along the boulevard I pace,
Peeping up among the trees,
And I see her gentle face
Looking through immensities;
And while I stare there comes to me
The distant murmur of the sea.

For they love each other well:
All across the depth of space
They are reaching out their arms,
They are looking face to face,
The pretty, timid moon and the
Poor, unhappy, little sea.

Songs From The Clay [1915]