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[Fair is the Moon, and lovely! through the night]
Fair is the Moon, and lovely! through the night
Silent she wanders: not a cloud is there—
Nor mountain mist disturbs her equal light:
And lonely, save yon star that gems the air.
Silent she wanders: not a cloud is there—
Nor mountain mist disturbs her equal light:
And lonely, save yon star that gems the air.
Oh, worlds of beauty which that orb encloses!—
Forests, and groves, and seas of vast domain;
Where beauty in each sylvan bower reposes,
And sylphs and fairies dance along the plain.
Forests, and groves, and seas of vast domain;
Where beauty in each sylvan bower reposes,
And sylphs and fairies dance along the plain.
What gorgeous bowers, what sovran haunts are thine,
Where the vast creatures through thy dwellings wander;
Temples august, and palaces divine,
And sparry caverns, where the streams meander!
Where the vast creatures through thy dwellings wander;
Temples august, and palaces divine,
And sparry caverns, where the streams meander!
Even thus, O Moon, thy glory fill'd mine eyes,
Where Skiddaw and Helvellyn touch the skies!
Where Skiddaw and Helvellyn touch the skies!
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