Lo! where the Moon along the sky <br />Sails with her happy destiny; <br />Oft is she hid from mortal eye <br />Or dimly seen, <br />But when the clouds asunder fly <br />How bright her mien! <br /> <br />Far different we--a froward race, <br />Thousands though rich in Fortune's grace <br />With cherished sullenness of pace <br />Their way pursue, <br />Ingrates who wear a smileless face <br />The whole year through. <br /> <br />If kindred humours e'er would make <br />My spirit droop for drooping's sake, <br />From Fancy following in thy wake, <br />Bright ship of heaven! <br />A counter impulse let me take <br />And be forgiven.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-night-thought/
