With the rainy fog recently gone,
Three and a half hours before dawn,
Let me see what you look like—please, here,
Where the light is just right,
Next to this wise tree,
Wise from its immensity,
With the moon presaging a new time of year,
Dropping its beams through trees tonight.
Famous birthdays crowded the calendar today,
But history now seems far away.
Hulking ruins are ruined by shadows, tiny and thin,
Where both the moon and your face have been.
Look at us, as we sit ourselves down, here,
As the world moves on. Kiss me, dear.