Even as the moon grows queenlier in mid-space <br />When the sky darkens, and her cloud-rapt car <br />Thrills with intenser radiance from afar,— <br />So lambent, lady, beams thy sovereign grace <br />When the drear soul desires thee. Of that face <br />What shall be said,—which, like a governing star, <br />Gathers and garners from all things that are <br />Their silent penetrative loveliness? <br />O'er water-daisies and wild waifs of Spring, <br />There where the iris rears its gold-crowned sheaf <br />With flowering rush and sceptred arrow-leaf, <br />So have I marked Queen Dian, in bright ring <br />Of cloud above and wave below, take wing <br />And chase night's gloom, as thou the spirit's grief.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xx-gracious-moonlight/
