The Moon Poem by Henry David Thoreau

The Moon

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Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide;
Mortality below her orb is placed.

The full-orbed moon with unchanged ray
Mounts up the eastern sky,
Not doomed to these short nights for aye,
But shining steadily.

She does not wane, but my fortune,
Which her rays do not bless,
My wayward path declineth soon,
But she shines not the less.

And if she faintly glimmers here,
And paled is her light,
Yet alway in her proper sphere
She's mistress of the night.

Cs Vishwanathan 03 November 2010

I agree with Kevin Straw. Compared to Emerson Thoreau was a lesser poet. His prose meditations are justifiably part of the mainstream of American literature. His poems are too much thought up. The poem shown here exemplifies that.

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Tiyler Durden 03 November 2005

pffttt, this made poem of the day? ? ? ? ?

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Joseph Poewhit 03 November 2009

That moon up there, just does something.

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Ramesh T A 03 November 2011

Waxing or waning, Moon is indeed the mistress of the night but not man ever! Mistress of the Night no one can replace ever! What a poem in appreciation of Moon by Henry David Thoreau!

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The pale lonely lady of the night Seeking her lost lover in the cosmic space When will you get your story right I every night wonder with an upturned face........ All ye poets reading this are welcome to my page too.......

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S. Wesley Mcgranor 14 February 2021

Reminds me of She by Kiss.

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Bismarck Maphopha 18 July 2019

What a perfect way to praise nature's beauty... Nice work keep it up!

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Chaminda Pushpadewa 27 December 2018

The beautiful moon which has described properly therfor this is a nice poem thanks

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Varun Patwal 22 October 2018

Very good poem it tells more about thou moon.good work keep it up.

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YOU DD 28 May 2018


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Henry David Thoreau

Henry David Thoreau

Concord, Massachusetts
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