LO! where the Moon along the sky Sails with her happy destiny; Oft is she hid from mortal eye Or dimly seen, But when the clouds asunder fly How bright her mien! Far different we -- a froward race, Thousands though rich in Fortune's grace With cherished sullenness of pace Their way pursue, Ingrates who wear a smileless face The whole year through. If kindred humours e'er would make My spirit droop for drooping's sake, From Fancy following in thy wake, Bright ship of heaven! A counter impulse let me take And be forgiven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOYHOOD FRIENDS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SOLDIER'S DREAM by THOMAS CAMPBELL ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE LIKE A LAVEROCK IN THE LIFT by JEAN INGELOW PER PACEM AD LUCEM by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER |