Who but is pleased to watch the moon on high Travelling where she from time to time enshrouds Her head, and nothing loth her Majesty Renounces, till among the scattered clouds One with its kindling edge declares that soon Will reappear before the uplifted eye A Form as bright, as beautiful a moon, To glide in open prospect through clear sky. Pity that such a promise e'er should prove False in the issue, that yon seeming space Of sky should be in truth the stedfast face Of a cloud flat and dense, through which must move (By transit not unlike man's frequent doom) The Wanderer lost in more determined gloom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRANDMOTHER'S STORY OF BUNKER HILL BATTLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE COMING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON THE DOVE by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE PRAISE OF WATER by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE S. MATTHIAS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |