
	 * To Melissa Jane Kay. *

		The keen stars were twinkling
	And the fair moon was rising among them,
		Dear Jane,
	The guitar was tinkling
	But the notes were not sweet till you sung them
		Again, -

	   As the moon's soft splendour 
	O'er the faint cold starlight of Heaven
	     Is thrown-
	  So your voice most tender
	To the strings without soul had them given
		Its own.
