A SONG.TO THE MOON.Thou, lamp! the gods benignly gave,To light a lover on his way;Thou, Moon! along the silv’ry wave,Ah! safe this flutt’ring heart convey:—Sweet is thy light, and sweet thy shade,Theguideandguardianof our bliss,A lover’s panting lips to lead,Or veil him in the ravish’d kiss.Her white robe floats upon the air;My Lyra hears the dashing oar:Ye floods, oh! speed me to my fair!My soul is with her long before.Oh! lightly haste, thy lover view,And ev’ry anxious fear resign;Ye tow’rs, no longer fear’d, adieu!The treasure which ye held is mine!
Thou, lamp! the gods benignly gave,To light a lover on his way;Thou, Moon! along the silv’ry wave,Ah! safe this flutt’ring heart convey:—Sweet is thy light, and sweet thy shade,Theguideandguardianof our bliss,A lover’s panting lips to lead,Or veil him in the ravish’d kiss.Her white robe floats upon the air;My Lyra hears the dashing oar:Ye floods, oh! speed me to my fair!My soul is with her long before.Oh! lightly haste, thy lover view,And ev’ry anxious fear resign;Ye tow’rs, no longer fear’d, adieu!The treasure which ye held is mine!