Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 97 12 Easy "The Poet sings to her Poet" As the full moon shining there To the sun that lighteth her Am I unto thee for ever, O my secret glory-giver! O my light, I am dark but fair, Black but fair. Shine, Earth loves thee! And then shine And be loved through thoughts of mine. All thy secrets that I treasure I translate them at my pleasure I am crowned with glory of thine, Thine, not thine. I make pensive thy delight, And thy strong gold silver-white. Though all beauty of mine thou makest, Yet to earth which thou forsakest I have made thee fair all night, Day all night. End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
All thy secrets that I treasure I translate them at my pleasure I am crowned with glory of thine, Thine, not thine.
Though all beauty of mine thou makest, Yet to earth which thou forsakest I have made thee fair all night, Day all night.
