LO! where the Moon along the sky Sails with her happy destiny; Oft is she hid from mortal eye Or dimly seen, But when the clouds asunder fly How bright her mien! Far different we -- a froward race, Thousands though rich in Fortune's grace With cherished sullenness of pace Their way pursue, Ingrates who wear a smileless face The whole year through. If kindred humours e'er would make My spirit droop for drooping's sake, From Fancy following in thy wake, Bright ship of heaven! A counter impulse let me take And be forgiven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIANT PUFFBALL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN PATIENCE TAUGHT BY NATURE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MUIOPOTMOS, OR THE FATE OF THE BUTTERFLIE by EDMUND SPENSER IMAGES: 1 by RICHARD ALDINGTON MARY MAGDALEN by BARTOLOME LEONARDO DE ARGENSOLA THE WORLD'S RECORD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE ONE BEFORE THE LAST by RUPERT BROOKE |