While gazing on the moon's light, <br />A moment from her smile I turn'd, <br />To look at orbs that, more bright, <br />In lone and distant glory burn'd. <br />But too far <br />Each proud star, <br />For me to feel its warming flame; <br />Much more dear <br />That mild sphere, <br />Which near our planet smiling came; <br />Thus, Mary, be but thou my own, <br />While brighter eyes unheeded play, <br />I'll love those moonlight looks alone <br />That bless my home and guide my way. <br /> <br />The day had sunk in dim showers, <br />But midnight now, with lustre meet, <br />Illumined all the pale flowers, <br />Like hope upon a mourner's cheek. <br />I said (while <br />The moon's smile <br />Play'd o'er a stream, in dimpling bliss,) <br />"The moon looks <br />On many brooks, <br />The brook can see no moon but this;" <br />And thus, I thought, our fortunes run, <br />For many a lover looks to thee, <br />While oh! I feel there is but one, <br />One Mary in the world for me.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/while-gazing-on-the-moon-s-light/
