Classic Poem

Lady Moonlight, so I deem thee,
For I think some summer night,
God amid the stars did dream thee,
Mystical, and pure, and white.

Yea, and Moonlight is the sunlight—
The reflection of a star,
And all sunlight is the One Light
Of the Love that burns afar.

Lady Moonlight, Sunlight, Starlight,
Howsoever fair thou be,
Fairer is the holy far light
That with love illumines thee.