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And the midnight Moon is weaving

Her bright chain o'er the deep;

Whose breast is gently heaving,

As an infant's asleep:

So the spirit bows before thee,

To listen and adore thee;

With a full but soft emotion,

Like the swell of Summer's ocean. March 28 [1816]. [First published, Poems, 1816.]

ON THE STAR OF "THE LEGION OF HONOUR."

[FROM THE FRENCH.]

1.

of the brave!—whose beam hath shed

Such glory o'er the quick and dead—

Thou radiant and adored deceit!

Which millions rushed in arms to greet,—

Wild meteor of immortal birth!

Why rise in Heaven to set on Earth?

2.

Souls of slain heroes formed thy rays;

Eternity flashed through thy blaze;

The music of thy martial sphere

Was fame on high and honour here;