English poem
In the moonlight long ago
by Mary Isabella Irwin Brotherton (1820–1910)
You love me well, I know, wife, In spite of frown and toss; In the moonlight long ago, wife, You didn’t look so cross; In your little scarlet cloak, dear, You tripp’d along the moss, And all at once I spoke, dear, Though sadly at a loss.
You hung your pretty head, then, And answer’d very low; I scarce heard what you said, then, But I knew it wasn’t “No.” My joy I couldn’t speak, love, But, a hundred times or so, I kiss’d a velvet cheek, love, In the moonlight long ago.