Moon Lit, Dimmest-Darks. Poem by Michael Gale

Before I went, before I left...Lonely be thy minnoned cleft.

Bestilled mine waking mind...Be it ever, thinned, than thine, unharold, bind.

Never be the noticed pair...Can I share and wildly stare?

Of't be the unconsented hope...Cleansed thee, dirtied-naught, by soap.

Souls wander as if caught by light...Oftened seen, neglected sight.

Folding thy moon below thy eaves...Scattered amid the fridgid leaves.

Darkest hours of thy powers...Glistening whispers caught yon heaves.

Lest ye dispell, thy squandered bride...Nothing left, to hold and hide.