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ON SEEING THE MOON RESTING ON A HIGH HILL.
The Moon, from heaven stooping, the green browsOf Earth salutes, and, mounting to her throne,
Whereon she sits most bright and most alone,
And nothing near her but the stars allows,
Which, at a reverent distance, pay their vows,
Upon her sister-planet (so to own
A fellowship divine, and make it known
To all her stars) a kiss of peace bestows!
Lo! for a moment on that hill she rests,
Which, dark, and duskier by comparison,
Like jewel on an Æthiop's brow, she crests—
And now, in glory rising, she anon
Of earthly vapours her bright form divests,
As though not brooking longer union!
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