Oft with his musings does thy image blend, 70
In his mind’s eye thy crescent horns ascend,
And thou art still, O Moon, that Sailor’s Friend!
[18] Compare—
When thou wert hidden in thy monthly grave,
in the lines Written in a Grotto, p. 235.—Ed.
TO THE MOON
(RYDAL)
Composed 1835.—Published 1837
One of the “Evening Voluntaries.”—Ed.
Queen of the stars!—so gentle, so benign,