lirik lagu ghizela rowe - ode to the moon - thomas hood
mother of light! how fairly dost thou go
over those h~~ry crests, divinely led! ~
art thou that huntress of the silver bow
fabled of old? or rather dost thou tread
those cloudy summits thence to gaze below
like the wild chamois from her alpine snow
where hunter never climb’d, ~ secure from dread?
how many antique fancies have i read
of that mild presence! and how many wrought!
wondrous and bright
upon the silver light
chasing fair figures with the artist, thought!
what art thou like? ~ sometimеs i see thee ride
a far~bound galley on its perilous way
whilst breezy wavеs toss up their silvery spray; ~
sometimes behold thee glide
cl~ster’d by all thy family of stars
like a lone widow, through the welkin wide
whose pallid cheek the midnight sorrow mars; ~
sometimes i watch thee on from steep to steep
timidly lighted by thy vestal torch
till in some latmian cave i see thee creep
to catch the young endymion asleep, ~
leaving thy splendor at the jagged porch! ~
oh, thou art beautiful, howe’er it be!
huntress, or dian, or whatever named;
and he, the veriest pagan, that first framed
a silver idol, and ne’er worshipp’d thee! ~
it is too late ~ or thou should’st have my knee ~
too late now for the old ephesian vows
and not divine the crescent on thy brows! ~
yet, call thee nothing but the mere mild moon
behind those chestnut boughs
casting their dappled shadows at my feet;
i will be grateful for that simple boon
in many a thoughtful verse and anthem sweet
and bless thy dainty face when’er we meet
in nights far gone, ~ ay, far away and dead, ~
before care~fretted, with a lidless eye, ~
i was thy wooer on my little bed
letting the early hours of rest go by
to see thee flood the heaven with milky light
and feed thy snow~white swans, before i slept;
for thou wert then purveyor of my dreams, ~
thou wert the fairies’ armourer, that kept
their burnish’d helms, and crowns, and corslets bright
their spears, and glittering mails;
and ever thou didst spill in winding streams
sparkles and midnight gleams
for fishes to new gloss their ardent scales! ~
why sighs? ~ why creeping tears? ~ why clasped hands? ~
is it to count the boy’s expended dow’r?
that fairies since have broke their gifted wands?
that young delight, like any o’erblown flower
gave, one by one, its sweet leaves to the ground? ~
why then, fair moon, for all thou mark’st no hour
thou art a sadder dial to old time
than ever i have found
on sunny garden~plot, or moss~grown tow’r
motto’d with stern and melancholy rhyme
why should i grieve for this? ~ oh i must yearn
whilst time, conspirator with memory
keeps his cold ashes in an ancient urn
richly emboss’d with childhood’s revelry
with leaves and cl~ster’d fruits, and flow’rs eterne, ~
(eternal to the world, though not to me)
aye there will those brave sports and blossoms be
the deathless wreath, and undecay’d festoon
when i am he~rs~d within, ~
less than the pallid primrose to the moon
that now she watches through a vapor thin
so let it be: ~ before i lived to sigh
thou wert in avon, and a thousand rills
beautiful orb! and so, whene’er i lie
trodden, thou wilt be gazing from thy hills
blest be thy loving light, where’er it spills
and blessëd thy fair face, o mother mild!
still shine, the soul of rivers as they run
still lend thy lonely lamp to lovers fond
and blend their plighted shadows into one: ~
still smile at even on the bedded child
and close his eyelids with thy silver wand!
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