Shut out that Moon lyrics
 by Thomas Hardy
		
		
Close up the casement, draw the blind,
           Shut out that stealing moon,
She wears too much the guise she wore
           Before our lutes were strewn
With years-deep dust, and names we read
           On a white stone were hewn.
Step not out on the dew-dashed lawn
           To view the Lady's Chair,
Immense Orion's glittering form,
           The Less and Greater Bear:
Stay in; to such sights we were drawn
           When faded ones were fair.
Brush not the bough for midnight scents
           That come forth lingeringly,
And wake the same sweet sentiments
           They breathed to you and me
When living seemed a laugh, and love
           All it was said to be.
Within the common lamp-lit room
           Prison my eyes and thought;
Let dingy details crudely loom,
           Mechanic speech be wrought:
Too fragrant was Life's early bloom,
           Too tart the fruit it brought!