DARK and conceal'd art thou, soft Evening's queen, <br />And Melancholy's votaries that delight <br />To watch thee, gliding through the blue serene, <br />Now vainly seek thee on the brow of night-- <br />Mild Sorrow, such as hope has not forsook, <br />May love to muse beneath thy silent reign; <br />But I prefer from some steep rock to look <br />On the obscure and fluctuating main, <br />What time the martial star with lurid glare, <br />Portentous, gleams above the troubled deep; <br />Or the red comet shakes his blazing hair; <br />Or on the fire-ting'd waves the lightnings leap; <br />While thy fair beams illume another sky, <br />And shine for beings less accursed than I.<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxx-to-the-invisible-moon/
