 | [Poems by Drake in] The life and works of Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820) |  |
To the Moon
Bright orb, whose silver shadows streak the green,
Whose distant rays cast lustre on the waves,
I love thy presence, and thy beams serene
I joy to contemplate around the caves.
Whose distant rays cast lustre on the waves,
I love thy presence, and thy beams serene
I joy to contemplate around the caves.
Thou fairest planet—may no envious cloud
Arise to quench thy pure majestic light,
To veil thy radiance in a dusky shroud,
And match thy beauty from the lonely night.
Arise to quench thy pure majestic light,
To veil thy radiance in a dusky shroud,
And match thy beauty from the lonely night.
Lend, gentle moon, thy soft, untarnished ray,
That fills my soul with energy divine.
On the dark windings as I bend my way,
O let thy light of beauteous lustre shine!
For thy mild tints can chase the sigh of woe,
And break the cord that chains the thoughts below.
That fills my soul with energy divine.
On the dark windings as I bend my way,
O let thy light of beauteous lustre shine!
For thy mild tints can chase the sigh of woe,
And break the cord that chains the thoughts below.
J. D.
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