While Gazing on the Moon's Light
While gazing on the moon's light,A moment from her smile I turn'd,To look at orbs that, more bright,In lone and distant glory burn'd.But too farEach proud star,For me to feel its warming flame;Much more dearThat mild sphere,Which near our planet smiling came;Thus, Mary, be but thou my own,While brighter eyes unheeded play,I'll love those moonlight looks aloneThat bless my home and guide my way.
The day had sunk in dim showers,But midnight now, with lustre meet,Illumined all the pale flowers,Like hope upon a mourner's cheek.I said (whileThe moon's smilePlay'd o'er a stream, in dimpling bliss,)"The moon looksOn many brooks,The brook can see no moon but this;"And thus, I thought, our fortunes run,For many a lover looks to thee,While oh! I feel there is but one,One Mary in the world for me.
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