MISCELLA&I EOIJS POEMS. 201. And thou,.fair Moon, whom I so oft. have Rise from thy couch with .soft majestic grace.? ' Shew thy broad orb the crlmson'd boughs between? Or pen?.iye travel o'er the realms .of space; �Thro' that dear window shat thou now in v?n For me, far-'dist?n_t, pour thy silver beams, There, ou thee gazing , shall I ne'er .again .Indulge ? all the Muse's airy dreams. No more when Winter's .rude and surly .strife, At 8p.ring'..s behest, hu .ceaz' d to rave aloud, And frozen Nature, starting into life, Emblem of. man, throws off her snowy .shroud? Adown the .winding, .wooded vale, unsee n, And lost in musing , shall I stray at uoo n, To mark th' unfolding leaves' first, fre?hest green? That fades, like youthful happiness.,. so soon, Nor seek, my favourite haunt, the wild ?tr.eat? . . Where winds the pathway w. ith the winding .stream, Among the trees, whose jealous. branches...meet .... Shu? out the w. or. ld, and quench ev'n summer's beam.
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