THE full orb'd moon o'er the blue arch of heaven Serenely sails; Breathes through the whispering groves the breath of even, In cooling gales. As on the planetary worlds I gaze, Which gild the pole, Scenes of past times, and deeds of other days Steal o'er my soul. England's white cliffs in fancy's visions shine, Beetling the main, Where my young muse, at Nature's lovely shrine, Pour'd her first strain. Ah! scenes belov'd, which from my pensive breast Force the warm sigh. When shall I from my weary wanderings rest Beneath your sky? Oh! when shall I retrace my native plain And favourite grove? When shall my throbbing bosom greet again The friends I love? Fair is Columbia's land, where Nature pours Her richest stores; Fair as the laughing vales and genial bowers On Albion's shores; Yet Fancy ever loves the spot to trace, With fond delight. When wing'd with rapture, life's young moments flew, Unstain'd and bright. Where many a warm affection round the heart Entwin'd its chain. Kind friendship, candid pity's generous part, And love's sweet pain.... Shine, then, thou full orb'd moon, and breathe, soft gale Among the grove; And as I wander o'er the silvery vale, In pensive musings oft shall memory hail The distant scenes, and absent friends I love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR CLUB by SYLVIA DILLAVOU BARCLAY TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY A HOP AT SARATOGA by LEVI BISHOP SONG ON THE EDGE OF WINTER by ANNA SHAW BUCK THOUGHTS AT RAILWAY STATION by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY BALLAD TO A FRENCH TUNE (2) by PATRICK CAREY TIME AND CHANCE HAPPENTH TO ALL by NATHANIEL COTTON PRINCE YOUSUF AND THE ALCAYDE; A MOORISH BALLAD by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |