Sublime, emerging from the misty verge
Of the horizon dim, thee, Moon, I hail,
As, sweeping o'er the leafless grove, the gale
Seems to repeat the year's funereal dirge.
Now Autumn sickens on the languid sight,
And leaves bestrew the wanderer's lonely way,
Now unto thee, pale arbitress of night,
With double joy my homage do I pay.
When clouds disguise the glories of the day,
And stern November sheds her boisterous blight,
How doubly sweet to mark the moony ray
Shoot through the mist from the ethereal height,
And, still unchanged, back to the memory bring
The smiles Favonian of life's earliest spring.
Sonnet To The Moon (written In November)
Henry Kirk White
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Poem topics: autumn, joy, life, lonely, memory, moon, night, spring, sweet, bring, horizon, year, repeat, ethereal, Valentine's Day, sublime, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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