Eclipse

Moon! if e'er thy broader light
  Helpëd lover's prayer by night;
  Now Eclipse hath veiled thee over,
  Doubly—doubly—help a lover.
  Let thy beams, that shrouded be,
  Win to a like mystery.
  Now, when stars alone do shine,
  Bid my Loved One's brow incline—
  Sweet Obscurer!—over mine.
  Then, while chaste avowal slips
  From her—hereto—guarded lips,
  I will bless each bland Eclipse.