Down in the valley come meet me to-night, <br />And I'll tell you your fortune truly <br />As ever 'twas told, by the new-moon's light, <br />To a young maiden, shining as newly. <br /> <br />But, for the world, let no one be nigh, <br />Lest haply the stars should deceive me, <br />Such secrets between you and me and the sky <br />Should never go farther, believe me. <br /> <br />If at that hour the heavens be not dim, <br />My science shall call up before you <br />A male apparition -- the image of him <br />Whose destiny 'tis to adore you. <br /> <br />And if to that phantom you'll be kind, <br />So fondly around you he'll hover, <br />You'll hardly, my dear, any difference find <br />'Twixt him and a true living lover. <br /> <br />Down at your feet, in the pale moonlight, <br />He'll kneel, with a warmth of devotion -- <br />An ardour, of which such an innocent sprite <br />You'd scarcely believe had a notion. <br /> <br />What other thoughts and events may arise, <br />As in destiny's book I've not seen them, <br />Must only be left to the stars and your eyes <br />To settle, ere morning, between them.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fortune-teller/
