To The Moon Poem by Pierre de Ronsard

To The Moon

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Hide this one night thy crescent, kindly Moon;

So shall Endymion faithful prove, and rest

Loving and unawakened on thy breast;

So shall no foul enchanter importune

Thy quiet course; for now the night is boon,

And through the friendly night unseen I fare,

Who dread the face of foemen unaware,

And watch of hostile spies in the bright noon.

Thou knowest, Moon, the bitter power of Love;

’Tis told how shepherd Pan found ways to move,

For little price, thy heart; and of your grace,

Sweet stars, be kind to this not alien fire,

Because on earth ye did not scorn desire,

Bethink ye, now ye hold your heavenly place.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 20 November 2015

The moon has been called an enchantress in many a poem, a lover of lovers, nothing really new here

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* Sunprincess * 20 November 2015

...a beautiful poem ★ thou knowest, Moon, the bitter power of love;

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