In Arcady by moonlight,
(Where only lovers go),
There is a pool where only
The fairest roses grow.
Why are the moonlit roses
So sweet beyond compare?
Among their purple shadows
My love is waiting there.
* * * * *
To Arcady by moonlight
The roads are open wide,
But only joy can enter
And only joy abide.
There is the peace unending
That perfect faith can know--
In Arcady by moonlight,
Where only lovers go.
_Kendall Banning_