Were All The Letters Sun, I Could

The Moon Shines Bright. In Such A Night As This. When The Sweet Wind Did Gently Kiss The Trees And They Did Make No Noise, In Such A Night.

A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle Blind.

The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen Arrows Make.

Words, Words, Mere Words, No Matter From The Heart.

Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment For It.