 | Poems, in English, Scotch, and Latin |  |
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TO THE MOON.
Fair silver Moon, while I the live long night
With sleepless eye gaze on thy pale-fac'd orb,
My thoughts on Delia fixt, thou, happy Moon!
Dost thro' her casement shine, and silent steal
Kisses from her unconscious lovely lip.
Shine not so bright, sweet Moon, thou'lt wake my love;
Soft veil thee in a fleecy limber cloud,
So may'st thou view her charms in sleep more charming far,
Her eyes more beauteous now than when awake,
As flowers when shut than spreading to the sun.
With sleepless eye gaze on thy pale-fac'd orb,
My thoughts on Delia fixt, thou, happy Moon!
Dost thro' her casement shine, and silent steal
Kisses from her unconscious lovely lip.
Shine not so bright, sweet Moon, thou'lt wake my love;
Soft veil thee in a fleecy limber cloud,
So may'st thou view her charms in sleep more charming far,
Her eyes more beauteous now than when awake,
As flowers when shut than spreading to the sun.
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