O Love, the beauty of the moon is thine
W. Harling
O Love, the beauty of the moon is thine!
And on thy chin a little star doth shine,
The jewel dimple of thy little chin,
O how my soul desires the sight of Thee,
And rushes to the windows of my eyes,
And to and fro about my body flies,
Ears all a-tremble for some word of thine;
Ah, my full heart is like a stormy sea!