16.07.2007, 10:26
To the setting Moon
Musing in meditation’s charméd dream,
Joyless I see thy placid radiance fade,
Hid by the dusky hills, whose humid shade
Quenches thy lustre floating in the stream.
How great the contrast from thy cheerful light!
How deep, how silent is the sudden gloom!
Still, as the sullen vapors of the night,
Dark, as the shade that wraps the haunted tomb!
‘T is thus thy phantoms, Hope, delusive sweep
Along the shades of life, while fancy dwells
Fond on the prospect, - sudden burst the spells,
And leave the disappointed wretch to weep;
While the fond memory of past delight
Deepens the gloom of desperation’s night!
Musing in meditation’s charméd dream,
Joyless I see thy placid radiance fade,
Hid by the dusky hills, whose humid shade
Quenches thy lustre floating in the stream.
How great the contrast from thy cheerful light!
How deep, how silent is the sudden gloom!
Still, as the sullen vapors of the night,
Dark, as the shade that wraps the haunted tomb!
‘T is thus thy phantoms, Hope, delusive sweep
Along the shades of life, while fancy dwells
Fond on the prospect, - sudden burst the spells,
And leave the disappointed wretch to weep;
While the fond memory of past delight
Deepens the gloom of desperation’s night!