Mary Robinson ( )


Ode to the Moon


PALE GODDESS of the witching hour;
Blest Contemplations placid friend; 
Oft in my solitary bowr,
I mark thy lucid beam
From thy crystal car descend,
Whitening the spangled heath, and limpid sapphire stream. 

And oft, amidst the shades of night
I court thy undulating light;
When Fairies dance around the verdant ring,
Or frisk beside the bubbling spring,
When the thoughtless SHEPHERDS song
Echoes thro the silent air,
As he pens his fleecy care,
Or plods with sauntring gait, the dewy meads along. 

CHASTE ORB! as thro the vaulted sky
Feathry clouds transparent sail; 
When thy languid, weeping eye,
Sheds its soft tears upon the painted vale; 
As I ponder oer the floods,
Or tread with listless step, thembowring woods,
O, let thy transitory beam,
Soothe my sad mind, with FANCYS aery dream. 

Wrapt in REFLECTION, let me trace 
Oer the vast ethereal space, 
Stars, whose twinkling fires illume 
Dark-browd NIGHTS obtrusive gloom; 
Where across the concave wide; 
Flaming METEORS swiftly glide; 
Or along the milky way, 
Vapours shoot a silvery ray;
And as I mark, thy faint reclining head, 
Sinking on Oceans pearly bed;
Let REASON tell my soul, thus all things fade. 

The Seasons change, the garish SUN
When Days burning car hath run
Its fiery course, no more we view,
While oer the mountains golden head,
Streakd with tints of crimson hue,
Twilights filmy curtains spread,
Stealing oer Natures face, a desolating shade. 

Yon musky FLOWR, that scents the earth;
The SOD, that gave its odours birth; 
The ROCK, that breaks the torrents force; 
The VALE, that owns its wandring course; 
The woodlands where the vocal throng 
Trill the wild melodious song; 
Thirsty desarts, sands that glow, 
Mountains, capd with flaky snow; 
Luxuriant groves, enamelld fields,
All, all, prolific Nature yields,
Alike shall end; the sensate HEART,
With all its passions, all its fire,
Touchd by FATES unerring dart,
Shall feel its vital strength expire;
Those eyes, that beam with FRIENDSHIPS ray,
And glance ineffable delight,
Shall shrink from LIFES translucid day, 
And close their fainting orbs, in DEATHS impervious night. 

Then what remains for mortal powr;
But TIMES dull journey to beguile;
To deck with joy, the winged hour,
To meet its sorrows with a patient smile; 
And when the toilsome pilgrimage shall end, 
To greet the tyrant, as a welcome friend.



Mary Robinson's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 39. Prepare Your Wreaths
  2. Sonnet 1. Favourd by Heavn
  3. Sonnet to My Beloved Daughter
  4. Sonnet 40. On the Low Margin
  5. Stanzas to Time


Poems of other poets with the same name ( ):

  • Thomas Hood ( ()) Ode To The Moon ("Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go")

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