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A WINTER MOONRISE.
The dream of day is ageing;
His faded flag is furled;
In terror cold and caging
Night stoops upon the world.
The world in darkness waking,
It trembles, praying low;
When, through the blackness breaking,
Shines forth Diana's bow!
His faded flag is furled;
In terror cold and caging
Night stoops upon the world.
The world in darkness waking,
It trembles, praying low;
When, through the blackness breaking,
Shines forth Diana's bow!
Behind its light the heaven
Regains its heavenly blue;
The mists afar are driven;
The stars come peeping through.
The mighty maid they greet now,
And follow in her train
To chase the clouds they meet now
Across the shining plain.
Regains its heavenly blue;
The mists afar are driven;
The stars come peeping through.
The mighty maid they greet now,
And follow in her train
To chase the clouds they meet now
Across the shining plain.
Ye maidens, sing Diana!
Queen of the silver bow—
Of whose divine arcana
Your lot is cast to know.
Rise on earth's hour of sorrow
In pure and lovely light,
Till seems the wished-for morrow
Scarce so serenely white!
Queen of the silver bow—
Of whose divine arcana
Your lot is cast to know.
Rise on earth's hour of sorrow
In pure and lovely light,
Till seems the wished-for morrow
Scarce so serenely white!
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