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Mother of light how fairly dost thou go	B
Over those hoary crests divinely led	C
Art thou that huntress of the silver bow	D
Fabled of old Or rather dost thou tread	C
Those cloudy summits thence to gaze below	B
Like the wild Chamois from her Alpine snow	B
Where hunter never climb'd secure from dread	C
How many antique fancies have I read	C
Of that mild presence and how many wrought	E
Wondrous and bright	F
Upon the silver light	F
Chasing fair figures with the artist Thought	E
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II	A
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What art thou like Sometimes I see thee ride	G
A far bound galley on its perilous way	H
Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray	H
Sometimes behold thee glide	G
Cluster'd by all thy family of stars	I
Like a lone widow through the welkin wide	G
Whose pallid cheek the midnight sorrow mars	I
Sometimes I watch thee on from steep to steep	J
Timidly lighted by thy vestal torch	K
Till in some Latmian cave I see thee creep	J
To catch the young Endymion asleep	J
Leaving thy splendor at the jagged porch	K
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III	A
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Oh thou art beautiful howe'er it be	L
Huntress or Dian or whatever named	M
And he the veriest Pagan that first framed	M
A silver idol and ne'er worshipp'd thee	L
It is too late or thou should'st have my knee	L
Too late now for the old Ephesian vows	N
And not divine the crescent on thy brows	N
Yet call thee nothing but the mere mild Moon	O
Behind those chestnut boughs	N
Casting their dappled shadows at my feet	P
I will be grateful for that simple boon	O
In many a thoughtful verse and anthem sweet	P
And bless thy dainty face when'er we meet	P
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IV	-
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In nights far gone ay far away and dead	C
Before Care fretted with a lidless eye	A
I was thy wooer on my little bed	C
Letting the early hours of rest go by	A
To see thee flood the heaven with milky light	F
And feed thy snow white swans before I slept	Q
For thou wert then purveyor of my dreams	R
Thou wert the fairies' armourer that kept	Q
Their burnish'd helms and crowns and corslets bright	F
Their spears and glittering mails	S
And ever thou didst spill in winding streams	R
Sparkles and midnight gleams	R
For fishes to new gloss their ardent scales	S
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V	-
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Why sighs why creeping tears why clasped hands	T
Is it to count the boy's expended dow'r	U
That fairies since have broke their gifted wands	V
That young Delight like any o'erblown flower	W
Gave one by one its sweet leaves to the ground	X
Why then fair Moon for all thou mark'st no hour	W
Thou art a sadder dial to old Time	Y
Than ever I have found	X
On sunny garden plot or moss grown tow'r	U
Motto'd with stern and melancholy rhyme	Y
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VI	A
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Why should I grieve for this Oh I must yearn	Z
Whilst Time conspirator with Memory	-
Keeps his cold ashes in an ancient urn	Z
Richly emboss'd with childhood's revelry	-
With leaves and cluster'd fruits and flow'rs eterne	Z
Eternal to the world though not to me	-
Aye there will those brave sports and blossoms be	-
The deathless wreath and undecay'd festoon	Z
When I am hearsed within	Z
Less than the pallid primrose to the Moon	Z
That now she watches through a vapor thin	Z
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VII	A
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So let it be Before I lived to sigh	A
Thou wert in Avon and a thousand rills	V
Beautiful Orb and so whene'er I lie	A
Trodden thou wilt be gazing from thy hills	V
Blest be thy loving light where'er it spills	V
And bless d thy fair face O Mother mild	A2
Still shine the soul of rivers as they run	Z
Still lend thy lonely lamp to lovers fond	B2
And blend their plighted shadows into one	Z
Still smile at even on the bedded child	A2
And close his eyelids with thy silver wand	B2

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