Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Henry Rowe. 17501819508. Moon
THEE too, modest tressèd maid, | |
When thy fallen stars appear; | |
When in lawn of fire array’d | |
Sov’reign of yon powder’d sphere; | |
To thee I chant at close of day, | 5 |
Beneath, O maiden Moon! thy ray. | |
Throned in sapphired ring supreme, | |
Pregnant with celestial juice, | |
On silver wing thy diamond stream | |
Gives what summer hours produce; | 10 |
While view’d impearl’d earth’s rich inlay, | |
Beneath, O maiden Moon! thy ray. | |
Glad, pale Cynthian wine I sip, | |
Breathed the flow’ry leaves among; | |
Draughts delicious wet my lip; | 15 |
Drown’d in nectar drunk my song; | |
While tuned to Philomel the lay, | |
Beneath, O maiden Moon! thy ray. | |
Dew, that od’rous ointment yields, | |
Sweets, that western winds disclose, | 20 |
Bathing spring’s more purpled fields, | |
Soft ‘s the band that winds the rose; | |
While o’er thy myrtled lawns I stray | |
Beneath, O maiden Moon! thy ray. |