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The tenderness of mine? 6 Thy form which from my heart I tear No more that heart shall move Alas! The indignation there Is but the pang of love. -- To the Moon The glitt'ring colours of the day are fled Come melancholy orb that dwell'st with night Come and his Earth thy wand'ring lustre shed Thy deepest shadow & thy softest light. To me congenial is the gloomy grove When with faint rays the sloping uplands shine That gloom, those pensive rays, alike I love Whose sadness seem in sympathy with mine. But most for this pale orb thy light is dear For this benignant orb, I hail thee most That while I pour the unavailing tear, And mourn that hope, to me in youth is lost; Thy light can visionary thoughts impart And lead the [[underline]] muse to sooth a suff'ring [[/underline]] heart.
