Come, when the pale moon like a petal <br />Floats in the pearly dusk of spring, <br />Come with outstretched arms to take me, <br />Come with lips pursed up to cling. <br /> <br />Come, for life is a frail moth flying <br />Caught in the web of the years that pass, <br />And soon we two,so warm and eager, <br />Will be as the gray stones in the grass.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-2/
