THE moon is up, and o'er yon trembling tide, About to woo the sea-god in his caves, She pours the brilliant splendors of a bride As to the nuptials trip the glittering waves: Upon the shore their murmuring music laves; Upon each head gems forth a silver light, The gloomy island one kiss from her craves As spread her glories 'fore the dazzled sight— Hail! beauteous Dian, hail! thou peerless Queen of Night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MENAPHON: SEPHESTIA'S [CRADLE] SONG TO HER CHILD by ROBERT GREENE O BLACK AND UNKNOWN BARDS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BITTERNESS by VICTORIA MARY SACKVILLE-WEST IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE LINES WRITTEN TO A TRANSLATOR OF GREEK POETRY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON |