Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
II. To the Setting MoonRichard Bingham Davis (17711799)
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Joyless I see thy placid radiance fade,
Hid by the dusky hills, whose humid shade
Quenches thy lustre floating in the stream.
How deep, how silent is the sudden gloom!
Still, as the sullen vapors of the night,
Dark, as the shade that wraps the haunted tomb!
Along the shades of life, while fancy dwells
Fond on the prospect,—sudden burst the spells,
And leave the disappointed wretch to weep;
While the fond memory of past delight
Deepens the gloom of desperation’s night!