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Moon is sailing o'er the sky, But lonely all, as if she pined For somewhat of companionship, And felt it was in vain she shined:

Earth is her mirror, and the stars Are as the court around her throne; She is a beauty and a queen; But what of this? she is alone.

Where are those who may share with thee Thy glorious royalty on high? I cannot choose but pity thee, Thou lovely orphan of the sky.

I'd rather be the meanest flower That grows, my mother Earth, on thee, So there were others of my kin, To blossom, bloom, droop, die with me.

Earth, thou hast sorrow, grief, and death; But with these better could I bear, Than reach and rule yon radiant sphere, And be a Solitary there. L. E. L.