55817: The Wasp Trap

<p dir="ltr"> This moonlight makes<br> The lovely lovelier<br> Than ever before lakes<br> And meadows were.<br> And yet they are not,<br> Though this their hour is, more<br> Lovely than things that were not<br> Lovely before.<br> Nothing on earth,<br> And in the heavens no star,<br> For pure brightness is worth<br> More than that jar,<br> For wasps meant, now<br> A star---long may it swing<br> From the dead apple-bough,<br> So glistening.<br></p>