Lover's paradise

A clouded moon in summer skies
That arch a lover's paradise,
A moon, half-hid, that shimmers through
White clouds across the midnight blue;
Soft, blurring mist, that, trailing, flies,
To lodge where cloud-drift massing lies,
Where vapor mountains dimly rise,
Each snowy ridge line pointing to
                A clouded moon;--
Here eyes gaze deep in thrilling eyes,
And arms reach out on love's emprise
While lips say only "you" and "you"--
On such a night men wed or woo,
While slowly down the heaven dies,
                A clouded moon.