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Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Strong | ||
LXIX.
Although grown old in wondering, still the sight
Of the young moon, lit from the sun anew,
Strikes as a fresh creation on my view,
Another splendour added to the night.
Of the young moon, lit from the sun anew,
Strikes as a fresh creation on my view,
Another splendour added to the night.
Rounded to fulness now, and now less bright,
Shrinking, as Ocean shrinks, from stranded crew,
Whose sails flap idly since the tide withdrew,
The planet seems to ebb and flow with light.
Shrinking, as Ocean shrinks, from stranded crew,
Whose sails flap idly since the tide withdrew,
The planet seems to ebb and flow with light.
To our own fortunes, linked by some dark chain,
We, fellow voyagers, to bring her near,
And her dim features scan, our vision strain,
We, fellow voyagers, to bring her near,
And her dim features scan, our vision strain,
Eager to know if on her spotted sphere,
With hill-top rough, and smooth with golden plain,
Dwell beings like ourselves, of hope and fear.
With hill-top rough, and smooth with golden plain,
Dwell beings like ourselves, of hope and fear.
Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Strong | ||