Poem by William Wordsworth

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The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said,
"Bright is thy veil, O Moon, as thou art bright!"
Forthwith, that little Cloud, in ether spread,
And penetrated all with tender light,
She cast away, and shewed her fulgent head
Uncover'd;—dazzling the Beholder's sight
As if to vindicate her beauty's right,
Her beauty thoughtlessly disparaged.
Meanwhile that Veil, removed or thrown aside,
Went, floating from her, darkening as it went;
And a huge Mass, to bury or to hide,
Approached this glory of the firmament;
Who meekly yields, and is obscur'd;—content
With one calm triumph of a modest pride.

1. Calais
2. On Approaching Home after a Tour in Scotland
3. Composed on the Eve of the Marriage of a Friend in the Vale of Grasmere
4. To ———
5. Methought I Saw the Footsteps of a Throne

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