The brow of the pale young Moon
That journeys on in sadness and tears,
To finish her course so soon.”
Gathering courage, she proceeded:
“She’s gone—and deep the falling shades
Close over the quiet plain;
While shore and hamlet, and grove and field,
Resign them to Night’s calm reign.”
Thinking whether she should ever dare confess her enormity to George, she went on:
“The ocean’s dark breast is dimly seen