ADDRESS TO THE MOON

by: Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864)

      OW sweet the silver Moon's pale ray,
      Falls trembling on the distant bay,
      O'er which the breezes sigh no more,
      Nor billows lash the sounding shore.
      Say, do the eyes of those I love,
      Behold thee as thou soar'st above,
      Lonely, majestic and serene,
      The calm and placid evening's Queen?
      Say, if upon thy peaceful breast,
      Departed spirits find their rest,
      For who would wish a fairer home,
      Than in that bright, refulgent dome?

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