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4 SONNET IV. TO THE MOON. UEEN of the silver bow! -- by thy pale beam,
 * Alone and pensive, I delight to stray,

And watch thy shadow trembling in the stream,
 * Or mark the floating clouds that cross thy way.

And, while I gaze, thy mild and placid light
 * Sheds a soft calm upon my troubled breast;

And oft I think -- fair planet of the night,
 * That in thy orb the wretched may have rest:

The sufferers of the earth perhaps may go,
 * Released by death -- to thy benignant sphere,

And the sad children of despair and woe
 * Forget, in thee, their cup of sorrow here.

Oh! that I soon may reach thy world serene, Poor wearied pilgrim -- in this toiling scene!