I gazed upon the cloudless moon
And loved her all the night
Till morning came and ardent noon
Then I forgot her light—
‘No—not forgot, eternally
Remains its memory dear;
But could the day seem dark to me
Because the night was fair?
‘I well may mourn that only one
Can light my future sky
Even though by such a radiant sun
My moon of life must die’—
~ Emily Brontë