...The keen stars were twinkling,
And the fair moon was rising among them,
......Dear Jane!
...The guitar was tinkling,
But the notes were not sweet till you sung them
......Again.
...As the moon's soft splendor
O'er the faint cold starlight of Heaven
......Is thrown,
...So your voice most tender
To the strings without soul had then given
......Its own.
...The stars will awaken,
Though the moon sleep a full hour later,
......Tonight;
...No leaf will be shaken
Whilst the dews of your melody scatter
......Delight.
...Though the sound overpowers,
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
......A tone
...Of some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feeling
......Are one.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
