The moonrise in her sojourn of silver splendor, can she compare to the heights of love? far above the crowning precipice of Mount Everest, where stars sweeten lovers' senses, and swirl in their eyes, so newly romantic are they. In youthful breathlessness they promise eternal devotions into golden age, then kiss beneath a moonglow magnolia tree, in summer's passionate beauty, in the coolness of the eve, as the sun faded and sleeps, and lovers reach the heights of love.