POEMS.
37
I'll teach thee, how yon Planet bright,
Which from the Sun too far is lying,
Is girdled with a ring of light
The want of solar rays supplying:
Which from the Sun too far is lying,
Is girdled with a ring of light
The want of solar rays supplying:
And then I'll say—"as draws yon star
Light from its ring, my soul's affection,
When from thy radiant eyes I'm far,
Still draws support from Recollection."—
Light from its ring, my soul's affection,
When from thy radiant eyes I'm far,
Still draws support from Recollection."—
Oh! see, the Moon is waning fast!—
Oh! see, her transient reign expires!—
So, Love, ere many a year is past,
Shall fade in death our amorous Fires!
Oh! see, her transient reign expires!—
So, Love, ere many a year is past,
Shall fade in death our amorous Fires!
Gone is the Moon: And shall not Tears,
Mourning her loss of light, attend her?—
No; for that brilliant Orb appears,
From whence She drew her borrowed splendour:
Mourning her loss of light, attend her?—
No; for that brilliant Orb appears,
From whence She drew her borrowed splendour:
More pure, more bright He flames on high,
Nor asks from foreign rays assistance—
So when those amorous fires shall die,
Which here received their brief existence,
Nor asks from foreign rays assistance—
So when those amorous fires shall die,
Which here received their brief existence,
