A tisket, a tasket, a green-and-yellow basket...

[green_dreams]

...I found it, I found it, I green-and-yellow found it.

There's a poem I read once in an old SFF anthology, years ago--at least a dozen--and I could never find it again, and wished I could. Posted about it here a couple of times (and am kinda proud to say that my quote from memory of the second stanza was off by one word, yay).

I found it today.

Cordelia's Song

The moon shines whitely; I shall take
My silk umbrella, lest the moon
Too warmly fall upon the lake
And cause my bridal flowers to swoon.

The sparrow’s sorrow is in vain,
And so does he his bridge forget.
I wed the long grass and the rain,
And seven sailors dripping wet.

And shall not you and shall not I
Keep tryst beside this silent stream,
Who thought that we should rather die
Than wed the peacock’s amber dream?

The moon shines whitely; I shall take
My silk umbrella, lest the moon
Too coldly fall upon the lake
And chill my bridal flowers too soon.

    - Vincent Starrett, published in 1938

It's from The King in Yellow, too, which I smiled to see. For which there is a wikia. I am well-pleased.