To look upon a moonlight sky!
The day had been one lengthened shower,
Till moonlight came, with lustre meek,
To light up every weeping flower,
Like smiles upon a mourner's cheek.
I called to mind from Eastern books
A thought that could not leave me soon:—
"The moon on many a night-flower looks,
The night-flower sees no other moon."
And thus I thought our fortune's run,