A pallid path of light between the stars
Where later, when the hand of dawn unbars
The gates of Sun, His ruby chariot wheels.
The Sun and Moon, like king and empress, rule
The unmixed halves of heaven's endless round:
His throne is noonday, and Her moon-bells sound
For ears attuned at midnight, sweet and cool.
So rare and sacred is the nuptial show
When Sun o'ertakes His Moon (or Moon Her Sun).
They fuse their rings in glorious eclipse.
Still greater glory shines from us below
When Man's and Woman's hearts conjoin as one,
And love is sealed by vows, and rings, and lips.