"The moon has set"
di Helen Maude Francesca Bantock (von Schweizer) (1868-?)

The moon has set, and the Pleiades;
It is midnight; time is going by,
And I sleep alone.
I yearn and seek -
I know not what to do -
And I flutter like a child after her mother,
For Love masters my limbs, and shakes me,
Fatal creature, bitter-sweet -
Yea, Eros shakes my soul,
A wind on the mountain falling on the oaks.
Alas! I shall be ever maiden;
Neither honey nor bee for me.