What though the sun had left my sky; <br /> To save me from despair <br />The blessed moon arose on high, <br /> And shone serenely there. <br />I watched her, with a tearful gaze, <br /> Rise slowly o'er the hill, <br />While through the dim horizon's haze <br /> Her light gleamed faint and chill. <br /> <br />I thought such wan and lifeless beams <br /> Could ne'er my heart repay, <br />For the bright sun's most transient gleams <br /> That cheered me through the day: <br /> <br />But as above that mist's control <br /> She rose, and brighter shone, <br />I felt her light upon my soul; <br /> But now -- that light is gone! <br /> <br />Thick vapours snatched her from my sight, <br /> And I was darkling left, <br />All in the cold and gloomy night, <br /> Of light and hope bereft: <br /> <br />Until, methought, a little star <br /> Shone forth with trembling ray, <br />To cheer me with its light afar -- <br /> But that, too, passed away. <br /> <br />Anon, an earthly meteor blazed <br /> The gloomy darkness through; <br />I smiled, yet trembled while I gazed -- <br /> But that soon vanished too! <br /> <br />And darker, drearier fell the night <br /> Upon my spirit then; -- <br />But what is that faint struggling light? <br /> Is it the Moon again? <br /> <br />Kind Heaven! increase that silvery gleam, <br /> And bid these clouds depart, <br />And let her soft celestial beam <br /> Restore my fainting heart! <br /> <br />Acton<br /><br />Anne Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fluctuations/
