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SONNET TO THE FULL SUMMER MOON.
Thou silent traveller, of the glance benign,
Who from yon crystal car on high,
Shedd'st the full lustre of thy moving eye,
While the touched hills and vales, reflective shine.
Who from yon crystal car on high,
Shedd'st the full lustre of thy moving eye,
While the touched hills and vales, reflective shine.
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I love the wanderings of thy varied beam,
What time the pale west bends thy silver wire—
Till in the gorgeous east, thou bidst the sun retire,
Mingling warm blushes with his parting gleam.
What time the pale west bends thy silver wire—
Till in the gorgeous east, thou bidst the sun retire,
Mingling warm blushes with his parting gleam.
He draws his crimsoned curtain round the main,
And, from the moist earth drinks refreshing dews
Thou gently bending o'er the child of pain,
Canst charm the sadness of the mourning muse.
And, from the moist earth drinks refreshing dews
Thou gently bending o'er the child of pain,
Canst charm the sadness of the mourning muse.
He, the proud emblem of oppressive power;
Thou, the mild sovereign of the pitying hour!
Thou, the mild sovereign of the pitying hour!
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