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.

by Henry David Thoreau

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Poet thinks the Moon to a white Blessing Woman.
I'd call this a cute poem by any means, definitely a wonderful retort to Raleigh's rather immortal description of the moon as she watches our mortal lives fade away...
HOW BEAUTIFUL THE QUOTATION IS -Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide; Mortality below her orb is placed.
The pale lonely lady of the night Seeking her lost lover in the cosmic space When will you get your story right I every night wonder with an upturned face........ All ye poets reading this are welcome to my page too.......
The pale lonely lady of the night Seeking her lost lover in the cosmic space When will you get your story right I every night wonder with an upturned face........ All ye poets reading this are welcome to my page too.......
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