Published 1844 in Margaret Fuller's Summer on the Lakes. See manuscript at the Boston Public Library, where it is entitled "Triformis Diana."

So pure her forehead's dazzling white,
 So swift and clear her radiant eyes,
Within the treasure of whose light
 Lay undeveloped destinies, —
Of thoughts repressed such hidden store
 Was hinted by each flitting smile,
I could but wonder and adore,
 Far off, in awe, I gazed the while.
I gazed at her, as at the moon,
 Hanging in lustrous twilight skies,
Whose virgin crescent, sinking soon,
 Peeps through the leaves before it flies.
Untouched Diana, flitting dim,
 While sings the wood its evening hymn.
Again we met. O joyful meeting!
 Her radiance now was all for me,
Like kindly airs her kindly greeting,
 So full, so musical, so free.
Within romantic forest aisles,
 Within romantic paths we walked,
I bathed me in her sister smiles,
 I breathed her beauty as we talked.
So full-orbed Cynthia walks the skies,
 Filling the earth with melodies,
Even so she condescends to kiss
 Drowsy Endymions, coarse and dull,
Or fills our waking souls with bliss,
 Making long nights too beautiful.
O fair, but fickle lady-moon,
 Why must thy full form ever wane?
O love! O friendship! why so soon
 Must your sweet light recede again?
I wake me in the dead of night,
 And start, — for through the misty gloom
Red Hecate stares — a boding sight! —
 Looks in, but never fills my room.
Thou music of my boyhood's hour!
 Thou shining light on manhood's way!
No more dost thou fair influence shower
 To move my soul by night or day.
O strange! that while in hall and street
 Thy hand I touch, thy grace I meet,
Such miles of polar ice should part
 The slightest touch of mind and heart!
But all thy love has waned, and so
 I gladly let thy beauty go.