Author Francis Fawkes The Pleiads now no more are seen, Nor shines the silver Moon serene, In dark and dismal Clouds o'ercast; The love appointed Hour is past: Midnight usurps her sable Throne, And yet, alas! I lie alone. Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments