In the moonlit room your face, <br />Moonlight-coloured, fainting white, <br />And the silence of the place <br />Round about us in the night, <br />And my arms are round about you <br />In the silence of the night. <br /> <br />Lips that are not mine to kiss, <br />Lips how often kissed in vain, <br />Broken seal of memories, <br />Where the kisses come again <br />That the lips of all your lovers <br />Laid upon your lips in vain; <br /> <br />Eyes that are not mine to keep <br />In the mirror of mine eyes, <br />Where I tremble lest from sleep <br />Other ghosts should re-arise; <br />Why enthrall me with your magic, <br />Haunting lips, triumphant eyes? <br /> <br />For the silence of the night <br />Swims around me like a stream, <br />And your eyes have caught the light <br />Of a moon-enchanted dream, <br />And your arms glide round about me, <br />And I fade into a dream.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clair-de-lune-4/
