As The Full Moon Shining There To The Sun That Lighteth Her Am I Unto Thee For Ever, O My Secret Glory-Giver! O My Light, I Am Dark But Fair, Black But Fair. Shine, Earth Loves Thee! And Then Shine And Be Loved Through Thoughts Of Mine. All Thy Secrets That I Treasure I Translate Them At My Pleasure. I Am Crowned With Glory Of Thine. Thine, Not Thine. I Make Pensive Thy Delight, And Thy Strong Gold Silver-White. Though All Beauty Of Nine Thou Makest, Yet To Earth Which Thou Forsakest I Have Made Thee Fair All Night, Day All Night.