A SONNET OF THE MOON

Alice Meynell

1893

LOOK how the pale Queen of the silent night

Doth cause the ocean to attend upon her,

And he, as long as she is in his sight,

With his full tide is ready her to honour:

But when the silver waggon of the Moon

Is mounted up so high he cannot follow,

The sea calls home his crystal waves to moan,

And with low ebb doth manifest his sorrow.

So you that are the sovereign of my heart,
Have all my joys attending on your will,
My joys low ebbing when you do depart,
When you return, their tide my heart doth fill.

So as you come, and as you do depart,
Joys ebb and flow within my tender heart.

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