Tenir

The moon they say
Float miles away
But seeming near
As if 'twere here

As many things
One wants to grasp
To hold to tight
To safen night
To keep to last

As quiet spring
As blessed day
To fasten tight
But drifts away

As day to day
As leaf to leaf
Eden's grief
But will to stay
Will imposed
For goal today

Could I then
Grab moon for mine
And keep it here
To hold it dear
To covet's shine?