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Sonnet IV To The Moon

EN of the silver bow!--by thy pale beam,

Alone and pensive,

I delight to stray,

And watch thy shadow trembling in the stream,

Or mark the floating clouds that cross thy way.

And while I gaze, thy mild and placid

Sheds a soft calm upon my troubled breast;

And oft I think--fair planet of the night,

That in thy orb, the wretched may have rest:

The sufferers of the earth perhaps may go,

Released by death--to thy benignant sphere,

And the sad children of despair and

Forget in thee, their cup of sorrow here.

Oh! that I soon may reach thy world serene,

Poor wearied pilgrim--in this toiling scene!

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Charlotte Smith

Charlotte Turner Smith (4 May 1749 – 28 October 1806) was an English Romantic poet and novelist. She initiated a revival of the English sonnet, …

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