Poem by Alfred Tennyson

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MOVE eastward, happy earth, and leave
    Yon orange sunset waning slow: 
From fringes of the faded eve,
    O, happy planet, eastward go: 
Till over thy dark shoulder glow
    Thy silver sister world, and rise 
    To glass herself in dewey eyes 
That watch me from the glen below.

Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne,
    Dip forward under starry light, 
And move me to my marriage-morn,
    And round again to happy night.

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