The glitt'ring colours of the day are fled; <br />Come, melancholy orb! that dwell'st with night, <br />Come! and o'er earth thy wand'ring lustre shed, <br />Thy deepest shadow, and thy softest light; <br />To me congenial is the gloomy grove, <br />When with faint light the sloping uplands shine; <br />That gloom, those pensive rays alike I love, <br />Whose sadness seems in sympathy with mine! <br />But most for this, pale orb! thy beams are dear, <br />For this, benignant orb! I hail thee most: <br />That while I pour the unavailing tear, <br />And mourn that hope to me in youth is lost, <br />Thy light can visionary thoughts impart, <br />And lead the Muse to soothe a suff'ring heart.<br /><br />Helen Maria Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-the-moon-2/
