| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | IV. To the Moon | | By Charlotte Smith (1749–1806) |
| | | QUEEN 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 | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| And the sad children of despair and woe | |
| Forget in thee their cup of sorrow here, | |
| O that I soon may reach thy world serene, | |
| Poor wearied pilgrim in this toiling scene! | | | | |
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