Here you will find the Poem The Boyes answer to the Blackmoor of poet Henry King
Black Maid, complain not that I fly, When Fate commands Antipathy: Prodigious might that union prove, Where Night and Day together move, And the conjunction of our lips Not kisses make, but an Eclipse; In which the mixed black and white Portends more terrour than delight. Yet if my shadow thou wilt be, Enjoy thy dearest wish: But see Thou take my shadowes property, That hastes away when I come nigh: Else stay till death hath blinded mee, And then I will bequeath my self to thee.
