| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | V. Moonshine | | By Benjamin Penhallow Shillaber (1814–1890) |
| | | ROLL on, bright Moon! And if we bid or not, | |
| It would, undoubtedly, as ever shine. | |
| How sweetly on yon bank its beams recline, | |
| A radiant glory hallowing the spot, | |
| Revealing rock and shrub in mystic show, | 5 |
| The tall trees rising steeple-like and high, | |
| Their forms disclosed against the western sky, | |
| And flowers, moon-tinted there amid the glow; | |
| Revealing lovers, vowing by that moon | |
| Eternal fealty, everlasting truth, | 10 |
| And hosts of pretty oaths impelled by youth, | |
| Rapidly made, and broken full as soon! | |
| Revealing, too, ’mid country autumn airs, | |
| Young men and roguish maidens “hooking” pears. | | | | |
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