QUEEN 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 light
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 woe
Forget in thee, their cup of sorrow here.
Oh! that I soon may reach thy world serene,
Poor wearied pilgrim--in this toiling scene!
Sonnet Iv. To The Moon
Charlotte Smith
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Poem topics: alone, children, death, despair, light, night, poor, sad, silver, sorrow, world, earth, shadow, sphere, forget, delight, queen, reach, stray, soft, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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Tee Tune: sphere (line 10) and here (line 12) rhyme, so both should be indicated by "F," which makes the last to lines GG.
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