XXIII.
OOH, beautiful moon! Oh, beautiful moon! againThou persecutest me until I bendMy brow, and soothe the aching of my brain.I cannot see what handmaidens attendThy silver passage as the heaven clears;For, like a slender mist, a sweet vexationWorks in my heart, till the impulsive tearsConfess the bitter pain of adoration.Oh, too, too beautiful moon! lift the white shellOf thy soft splendour through the shining air!I own the magic power, the witching spell,And, blinded by thy beauty, call thee fair!Alas! not often now thy silver hornShall me delight with dreams and mystic love forlorn!
OOH, beautiful moon! Oh, beautiful moon! againThou persecutest me until I bendMy brow, and soothe the aching of my brain.I cannot see what handmaidens attendThy silver passage as the heaven clears;For, like a slender mist, a sweet vexationWorks in my heart, till the impulsive tearsConfess the bitter pain of adoration.Oh, too, too beautiful moon! lift the white shellOf thy soft splendour through the shining air!I own the magic power, the witching spell,And, blinded by thy beauty, call thee fair!Alas! not often now thy silver hornShall me delight with dreams and mystic love forlorn!
OOH, beautiful moon! Oh, beautiful moon! againThou persecutest me until I bendMy brow, and soothe the aching of my brain.I cannot see what handmaidens attendThy silver passage as the heaven clears;For, like a slender mist, a sweet vexationWorks in my heart, till the impulsive tearsConfess the bitter pain of adoration.Oh, too, too beautiful moon! lift the white shellOf thy soft splendour through the shining air!I own the magic power, the witching spell,And, blinded by thy beauty, call thee fair!Alas! not often now thy silver hornShall me delight with dreams and mystic love forlorn!
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