The full-orbed moon with unchanged ray Mounts up the eastern sky, Not doomed to these short nights for aye, But shining steadily. She does not wane, but my fortune, Which her rays do not bless, My wayward path declineth soon, But she shines not the less. And if she faintly glimmers here, And paled is her light, Yet always in her proper sphere She's mistress of the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HELEN (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE BENEDICITE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE VIELD PATH by WILLIAM BARNES |