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The Moon
(12 July 1817 – 6 May 1862 / Concord, Massachusetts)

The Moon

Poem By Henry David Thoreau

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

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.

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Comments (22)

What a perfect way to praise nature's beauty... Nice work keep it up!
The beautiful moon which has described properly therfor this is a nice poem thanks
Very good poem it tells more about thou moon.good work keep it up.
I’m so fucking tired rn and we gotta make a protect about poetry