When the moon's immortal glow Is eclipsed (and there is no Other star in all the skies Such catastrophes befall) 'Tis as if some lovely lass Spies her image in a glass And, in envious surprise, Turns the mirror to the wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO ANGELS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONNET: 18 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE CRY OF THE HEART AND FLESH by PHOEBE CARY SONNET (ON QUITTING SCHOOL FOR COLLEGE) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SONG WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF LADY AUSTEN by WILLIAM COWPER |