To The Rising Full Moon

To The Rising Full Moon

Dornburg,th August,

WILT thou suddenly enshroud[242]thee，

Who this moment wert so nigh?

Heavy rising masses cloud thee,

Thou art hid den from mine eye.

Yet my sadness thou well knowest,

Gleaming sweetly as a star!

That I’m loved,’tis thou that showest,

Though my loved one may be far.

Upward mount then!clearer,milder,

Robed in splendour far more bright!

Though my heart with grief throbs wilder,

Fraught[243]with rapture is the night！

1828.