First there was but the moon
         And the black‑tramelled trees 
 In the lunar lagoon
         Of the forgotten breez
 Then some unseen thing stirred
         Where the moon‑silence snowed
 And a vague whirl unheard
         Vacantly tip‑toe
 Slowly, idly, alone,
         Beyond the eyes of sight, 
 Somewhere invisibly shown,
         They danced their deligh
 Their far vagueness wound
         Round the heart a pain, 
 A phantom fear found
         Voluble and vai
 The heart remembered lives
         Before loves and homes,
 Whose rare memory revives
         Only when this dance come
 A wish for a vague thing soon,
         A loosened sense of selves,
 A thing in the soul like moon,
         Aught in the hopes like elves -