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Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит)


Sonnet 4. The Moon


Queen of the silver bow, by thy pale beam
Alone and pensive I delight to stray,
And watch thy shadow trembling in the stream,
Or mark the floating clouds that cross thy way.
And while I gaze, thy mild and placid light
Sheds a soft calm upon my troubled breast;
And oft I think, fair planet of the night,
That in thy orb the wretched may have rest;
The sufferers of the earth perhaps may go,
Released by death, to thy benignant sphere;
And the sad children of despair and woe,
Forget in thee, their cup of sorrow here.
Oh, that I soon may reach thy world serene,
Poor wearied pilgrim in this toiling scene. 



Charlotte Turner Smith's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 16. From Petrarch (YE vales and woods! fair scenes of happier hours!)
  2. Sonnet 33. To the Naiad of the Arun
  3. Sonnet 51. Supposed to have been written in the Hebrides
  4. Sonnet 13. From Petrarch (OH! place me where the burning moon)
  5. Sonnet 70. On Being Cautioned Against Walking on an Headland Overlooking the Sea Because It Was Frequented by a Lunatic


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