The far moon maketh lovers wise <br />In her pale beauty trembling down, <br />Lending curved cheeks, dark lips, dark eyes, <br />A strangeness not their own. <br />And, though they shut their lids to kiss, <br />In starless darkness peace to win, <br />Even on that secret world from this <br />Her twilight enters in.<br /><br />Walter de la Mare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moonlight-61/
