This lunar beauty
Has no history,
Is complete and early;
If beauty later
Bear any feature
It had a lover
And is another.
This like a dream
Keeps other time,
And daytime is
The loss of this;
For time is inches
And the heart's changes
Where ghost has haunted,
Lost and wanted.
But this was never
A ghost's endeavour
Nor, finished this,
Was ghost at ease;
And till it pa**
Love shall not near
The sweetness here
Nor sorrow take
His endless look.