Henry Rowe


Henry Rowe Poems

1. Sun 1/4/2003
2. Moon 1/4/2003
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Moon

THEE too, modest tressed maid,
   When thy fallen stars appear;
When in lawn of fire array'd
   Sov'reign of yon powder'd sphere;
To thee I chant at close of day,
Beneath, O maiden Moon! thy ray.

Throned in sapphired ring supreme,
   Pregnant with celestial juice,
On silver wing thy diamond stream
   Gives what summer hours produce;
While view'd impearl'd earth's rich inlay,
Beneath, O maiden Moon! thy ray.

Glad, pale Cynthian wine I sip,
   Breathed the ...

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