Herself in silken sheen.
(Oh! vast the chambers of the moon, and wide.)

A step drew near, a curtain stirred;
She shook with sweet alarms.
Oh! splendid face; oh! manly grace;
Oh! strong impassioned arms.
(Oh! silent moon, what secrets do you hide!)

The warm red lips of thirsting love
On cheek and brow were pressed;
As the bees know where honeys grow,
They sought her mouth, her breast.
(Oh! the dead moon holds many a dead delight.)

The speaker stirred and gruffly spake,
"Come, wife, where have you been?"
She whispered low, "Dear God, I go -
But 'tis the seventh sin."
(Oh! the sad secrets of that orb of white.)



AS YOU GO THROUGH LIFE



Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind