Oh ye should look on the moon at night!
LXVIII.
I saw it was only our planet’s shade,
That men call night, and are sore afraid;
And ever, ’tis so, with the mortal breast,
With the gloom of its own dark soul distress’d;
He feareth a shadow, that only can be
A speck in the sunshine of happiness free;
For man, like his planet, must ever be going
Half dark, and half light, on his wonderful way,