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Mary Darby Robinson - Ode to the MoonMary Darby Robinson - Ode to the Moon
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 PALE GODDESS of the witching hour;    Blest Contemplation`s placid friend;  Oft in my solitary bow`r, I mark thy lucid beam    From thy crystal car descend, Whitening the spangled heath, and limpid sapphire stream.  And oft, amidst the shades of night  I court thy undulating light;    When Fairies dance around the verdant ring,    Or frisk beside the bubbling spring, When the thoughtless SHEPHERD`S song    Echoes thro` the silent air,    As he pens his fleecy care, Or plods with saunt`ring gait, the dewy meads along. CHASTE ORB! as thro` the vaulted sky    Feath`ry clouds transparent sail;  When thy languid, weeping eye,    Sheds its soft tears upon the painted vale;  As I ponder o`er the floods,  Or tread with listless step, th`embow`ring woods,  O, let thy transitory beam,  Soothe my sad mind, with FANCY`S aëry dream.  Wrapt in REFLECTION, let me trace  O`er the vast ethereal space,  Stars, whose twinkling fires illume  Dark-brow`d NIGHT`S obtrusive gloom;  Where across the concave wide;  Flaming METEORS swiftly glide;  Or along the milky way,  Vapours shoot a silvery ray; And as I mark, thy faint reclining head,  Sinking on Ocean`s pearly bed; Let REASON tell my soul, thus all things fade.  The Seasons change, the "garish SUN"  When Day`s burning car hath run    Its fiery course, no more we view,  While o`er the mountain`s golden head,    Streak`d with tints of crimson hue,    Twilight`s filmy curtains spread, Stealing o`er Nature`s face, a desolating shade.  Yon musky FLOW`R, that scents the earth; The SOD, that gave its odours birth;  The ROCK, that breaks the torrent`s force;  The VALE, that owns its wand`ring course;  The woodlands where the vocal throng  Trill the wild melodious song;  Thirsty desarts, sands that glow,  Mountains, cap`d with flaky snow;  Luxuriant groves, enamell`d fields,  All, all, prolific Nature yields,  Alike shall end; the sensate HEART,    With all its passions, all its fire,  Touch`d by FATE`S unerring dart,    Shall feel its vital strength expire;  Those eyes, that beam with FRIENDSHIP`S ray,    And glance ineffable delight,  Shall shrink from LIFE`S translucid day, And close their fainting orbs, in DEATH`S impervious night.  Then what remains for mortal pow`r;    But TIME`S dull journey to beguile;  To deck with joy, the winged hour,    To meet its sorrows with a patient smile; And when the toilsome pilgrimage shall end, To greet the tyrant, as a welcome friend.
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