In those mid-night hours
      Of the round moon’s pull;

At the height of her powers,
      When her tide was full;
And the world was ours –
      All else in lull –

She turned in my arms,
      And whispered my name
And all terrors and harms
      That might mar or maim
Were annulled by the charms
      Of the being-one game –

And a bird overhead
As it seaward sped
      Flung a single cry:
And the one word it said
      Filled the whole sky.