AS the moon's fair image quaketh In the raging waves of ocean, Whilst she, in the vault of heaven, Moves with silent peaceful motion, Thus, beloved one, thou art moving, Still and peaceful, and nought quaketh In my heart save thy dear image, While my own heart 'tis that shaketh. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LOVE COULD WALK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED STATES by THOMAS HARDY RETURN OF SPRING by PIERRE DE RONSARD LINES WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A BERKSHIRE HOLIDAY by CLIFFORD BAX THE GOOD SAMARITAN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |