I met her in the moonlight beside the willow tree, <br />‘Twas there she loosed her hair and set it gently free, <br />Flowing soft with a scented breeze, drifting in the night, <br />She was a dream whose beauty paled the lunar light. <br /> <br />A vision in the moonlight, enchanting as the stream. <br />A maiden in the moonlight, more lovely than a dream. <br />I kissed her in the moonlight, and held her close to me. <br />We rose and fell in the moonlight, beneath the willow tree. <br /> <br />And if tomorrow, war’s trumpet calls aloud for me, <br />And if I must take to steen to keep my country free. <br />‘Tis “Only Death, ” I said, “can keep my away from thee <br />But if Death, bury me here beneath this willow tree.<br /><br />Dennis Lambert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-moonlight-3/
