"If I say I love you, I want you to know,
It's not just because there's moonlight,
Although, moonlight becomes you so..."
She had forgotten how the August night
Was level as a lake beneath the moon,
In which she swam a little, losing sight
Of shore; and how the boy, who was at noon
Simple enough, not different from the rest,
Wore now a pleasant mystery as he went,
Which seemed to her an honest enough test
Whether she loved him, and she was content.
So loud, so loud the million crickets' choir...
So sweet the night, so long-drawn-out and late...
And if the man were not her spirit's mate,
Why was her body sluggish with desire?
Stark on the open field the moonlight fell,
But the oak tree's shadow was deep and black
and secret as a well.
"She Had Forgotten How The August Night"
(1921)
Edna St. Vincent Millay
(1892-1950)
American lyrical poetess and playwright
"Moonlight Becomes You So"
Lyrics by Jimmy van Heusen
and Johnny Burke
Published by
Famous Music Corp., New York
(1942)
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