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Woman, A Poem

By Eaton Stannard Barrett ... Occasional Poems
  

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SONNET, TO THE MOON.

Now while the birds within their feathers hide
The nestled head, thy visit, Moon, renew;
Let thy pale spirit thro' the foliage glide,
And flowering thorns illuminate with dew.
To thee the Nightingale her pipe shall play,
And thus my pen shall moralize her lay.

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The gorgeous Sun ten thousand warblers sing,
One solitary bird the Moon below.
Thus for the Great what choral Pæans ring!
Thus for the Meek what scanty praises flow!