Explore "Some Verses: Sonnets: BENEATH THE MOON" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Give me thy hand, Beloved! Here where still / The night wind hovers 'neath the pallid moon / Give me this fleeting moment; all too soon / The listless day will break upon the hill; / This last sweet night is mine. The tremulous thrill / Upon thy lips is all the precious boon / I begged of Heaven, the garish sun of noon / Is theirs -- the rest -- mine is this moment's will.
Our love could never be the love of day.
I have not claimed the welcome of thy lips; / No touch save fluttering hand, and for the pay / I gave my minstrelsy of sea and sky.
Once more thine eyes! Now sun-stained finger tips, / Send through the hush of dawn a glad good-bye.