To The Rising Full Moon.
Wilt thou suddenly enshroud thee, Who this moment wert so nigh? Heavy rising masses cloud thee, Thou art hidden from mine eye. Yet my sadness thou well knowest, Gleaming sweetly as a star! That I'm loved, 'tis thou that showest, Though my loved one may be far. Upward mount then! clearer, milder, Robed in splendour far more bright! Though my heart with grief throbs wilder, Fraught with rapture is the night!
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