The beautiful and slender young New Moon, <br /> In trailing robes of pink and palest blue, <br />Swept close to Venus, and breathed low: 'A boon, <br /> A precious boon, I ask, dear friend, of you.' <br /> <br />'O queen of light and beauty, you have known <br /> The pangs of love - its passions and alarms; <br />Then grant me this one favour, let my own - <br /> My lost Old Moon be once more in my arms.' <br /> <br />Swift thro' the vapours and the golden mist - <br /> The Full Moon's shadowy shape shone on the night, <br />The New Moon reached out clasping arms and kissed <br /> Her phantom lover in the whole world's sight.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-moon-in-the-new-moon-s-arms/
