What time the mighty moon was gathering light, Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise, And all about him rolled his lustrous eyes; When, turning round a ca**ia, full in view d**h, walking all alone beneath a yew And talking to himself, first met his sight: "You must begone," said d**h, "these walks are mine." Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight; Yet ere he parted said: "This hour is thine: Thou art the shadow of life, and as the tree Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath, So in the light of great eternity Life eminent creates the shade of d**h; The shadow pa**eth when the tree shall fall, But I shall reign for ever over all."