Plea

Then let us love tonight, for I must go
With dawn, that coarl-tendrilled thief of night
Insinuating gold in lack of light
To limit love. The liquid night is slow;
And slow winds wash the sky with silken stuff;
Across the floor moonlight keeps steady pace.
Our silvered silhouettes ought to embrace,
But they are two where one would be enough.
So let us love without regard for light
While yet we can, for still--yet stiller--glow
The stars, and we cannot arrest time's flow.
But let us love this night, tonight, all night.
And you sit silent, thinking--what? And I
Cannot approach with love or even try.