Sonnet XXIV O Thou! Meek Orb

O thou! meek Orb! that stealing o'er the

Cheer'st with thy modest beams the noon of night!

On the smooth lake diffusing silv'ry light,

Sublimely still, and beautifully pale!

What can thy cool and placid eye avail,

Where fierce despair absorbs the mental sight,

While inbred glooms the vagrant thoughts invite,

To tempt the gulph where howling fiends assail?

O,

Night! all nature owns thy temper'd pow'r;

Thy solemn pause, thy dews, thy pensive beam;

Thy sweet breath whisp'ring in the moonlight bow'r,

While fainting flow'rets kiss the wand'ring stream!

Yet, vain is ev'ry charm! and vain the hour,

That brings to madd'ning love, no soothing dream!