The Moon And Roses

Sat a lover solitary Self-discoursing in a corner, Passionate and ever-changing Invocation pouring out: Sometimes sun and moon; and sometimes Under hyacinth half-hidden Roses; or the lofty cypress, And the little weed below. Nightingaling thus a noodle Heard him, and, completely puzzled,-- "What!" quoth he, "and you, a lover, Raving not about your mistress, But about the moon and roses!"

Answer'd he: "O thou that aimest Wide of love, and lover's language Wholly misinterpreting; Sun and moon are but my lady's Self, as any lover knows; Hyacinth I said, and meant her Hair--her cheek was in the rose-- And I myself the wretched weed That in her cypress shadow grows."