At a Lunar Eclipse
Thy shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea,Now steals along upon the Moon’s meek shineIn even monochrome and curving lineOf imperturbable serenity.
How shall I link such sun-cast symmetryWith the torn troubled form I know as thine,That profile, placid as a brow divine,With continents of moil and misery?
And can immense Mortality but throwSo small a shade, and Heaven’s high human schemeBe hemmed within the coasts yon arc implies?
Is such the stellar gauge of earthly show,Nation at war with nation, brains that teem,Heroes, and women fairer than the skies?
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