My grandfather's poem

I just discovered this sonnet penned by my grandfather for his high school yearbook in 1935:

 

FOR THE JUNE BALL GIRL

 

Tonight a pale and lovely moon hangs low

Above the distant hills, and softly on

A trellis made of stars there steals the dawn,

Lover-like, in silence. As his slow

Outstretching fingers touch with tenderness

Her cheek, a warm blush deepens on her face

And she is his until the sun displace

Her from her throne and dim her loveliness.

My darling, all my fears are that the sun

Will take you from my side and leave this night

A haunting dream, a melody of one

Brief moment that was broken by the light

Of dawn. Come let us stay the wandering moon

And live our dreams tonight lest day break soon.

 

-William McDowell Stucky