Is it starlight–doth shimmer down from sky,
Bereft of cloud, that doth pretend such grace?
And is it moonlight, floating down, as show
She doth, configuration’s subtle face–
As though, to cover all, she doth thereby
Intrude, and douse these tiny candles–cool,
As her reflection, ripples undergo,
With counter-sparkle in a quiet pool?
Is it lamplight–that doth she overfly
From out a window, for its calm, perform?
Or is it firelight, setting us aglow,
For which she doth abound, surrounding warm?
Her hand, doth she, Romantic, try her charm
Protecting us from storm, and so from harm.
This is a very interesting form~ I hope you’ll write a blog post about it.
This, until I learn otherwise, is a reverse “Emeronian” in the form:
1a2a, 1b2b,1c2c, dd
At times do I attempt some internal compression in the final couplet as:
however not in this case.