Move eastward, happy earth, and leave <br />Yon orange sunset waning slow: <br />From fringes of the faded eve, <br />O, happy planet, eastward go: <br />Till over thy dark shoulder glow <br />Thy silver sister world, and rise <br />To glass herself in dewey eyes <br />That watch me from the glen below. <br /> <br />Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne, <br />Dip forward under starry light, <br />And move me to my marriage-morn, <br />And round again to happy night.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/move-eastward-happy-earth/
