Earth And Moon

I saw the day like some great monarch die,
  Gold-couched, behind the clouds' rich tapestries.
  Then, purple-sandaled, clad in silences
  Of sleep, through halls of skyey lazuli.
  The twilight, like a mourning queen, trailed by,
  Dim-paged of dreams and shadowy mysteries;
  And now the night, the star-robed child of these,
  In meditative loveliness draws nigh.
  Earth,--like to Romeo,--deep in dew and scent,
  Beneath Heaven's window, watching till a light,
  Like some white blossom, in its square be set,--
  Lifts a faint face unto the firmament,
  That, with the moon, grows gradually bright,
  Bidding him climb and clasp his Juliet.