To Luna
SISTER of the first-born light,
Type of sorrowing gentleness!
Quivering[124]mists in silv’ry dress
Float around thy features bright;
When thy gentle foot is heard,
From the day-closed caverns[125]then
Wake the mournful ghosts of men,
I,too,wake,and each night-bird.
O’er a field of boundless span
Looks thy gaze both far and wide[126].
Raise me upwards to thy side!
Grant this to a raving[127]man！
And to heights of rapture raised,
Let the knight so crafty peep
At his maiden while asleep,
Through her lattice-window glazed.
Soon the bliss of this sweet view,
Pangs by distance caused allays[128]；
And I gather all thy rays,
And my look I sharpen too.
Round her unveil’d limbs I see
Brighter still become the glow,
And she draws me down below,
As Endymion once drew thee.
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