What counsel has the hooded moon <br />Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, <br />Of Love in ancient plenilune, <br />Glory and stars beneath his feet -- - <br />A sage that is but kith and kin <br />With the comedian Capuchin? <br /> <br />Believe me rather that am wise <br />In disregard of the divine, <br />A glory kindles in those eyes <br />Trembles to starlight. Mine, O Mine! <br />No more be tears in moon or mist <br />For thee, sweet sentimentalist.<br /><br />James Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-counsel-has-the-hooded-moon/
