06.05.2012, 21:02
John Dunmore Lang
1799 - 1878 Großbritannien / Australien
Sonnet, to the Comet of 1825
O TELL me, loveliest wanderer of the sky,
That with a bright stream of translucent light
Gleaming along thy wake, illum'st the night,
As thou dost sail amid yon orbs on high;
Whence art thou come and wherefore come so nigh
The precincts of our dark terrestrial sphere?
Wert thou a stranger to repose and joy,
In thine own world and com'st to seek them here?
Did hope deferred make thy heart sad above?
Or cruel Death fill thee with bitterest woe?
Or dost thou mourn thine unrequited love,
And come to seek true hearts and bliss below?
Alas! fond wanderer, thou hast come in vain!
Soon shalt thou find the Earth a world of grief and pain!
On board the Medway - Lat. 22. South.
1799 - 1878 Großbritannien / Australien
Sonnet, to the Comet of 1825
O TELL me, loveliest wanderer of the sky,
That with a bright stream of translucent light
Gleaming along thy wake, illum'st the night,
As thou dost sail amid yon orbs on high;
Whence art thou come and wherefore come so nigh
The precincts of our dark terrestrial sphere?
Wert thou a stranger to repose and joy,
In thine own world and com'st to seek them here?
Did hope deferred make thy heart sad above?
Or cruel Death fill thee with bitterest woe?
Or dost thou mourn thine unrequited love,
And come to seek true hearts and bliss below?
Alas! fond wanderer, thou hast come in vain!
Soon shalt thou find the Earth a world of grief and pain!
On board the Medway - Lat. 22. South.