English Poetry. Henry Thoreau. The Moon. Генри Торо.

Henry Thoreau (Генри Торо)

The Moon

  Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide;
  Mortality below her orb is placed.

                                        --Raleigh

The full-orbed moon with unchanged ray
Mounts up the eastern sky,
Not doomed to these short nights for aye,
But shining steadily.

She does not wane, but my fortune,
Which her rays do not bless,
My wayward path declineth soon,
But she shines not the less.

And if she faintly glimmers here,
And paled is her light,
Yet alway in her proper sphere
She's mistress of the night.

Henry Thoreau’s other poems:

1. Let Such Pure Hate Still Underprop
2. What’s the Railroad to Me?
3. Smoke
4. On Fields Oer Which the Reaper’s Hand Has Passd
5. Indeed Indeed, I Cannot Tell

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

William McGonagall (Уильям Макгонаголл) The Moon (“Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light”)

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