| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | III. To the Moon | | By David Gray (18381861) |
| | | WITH what a calm serenity she smooths | |
| Her way through cloudless jasper sown with stars! | |
| Chaster than virtue, sweeter than the truths | |
| Of maidenhood, in Spensers knightly wars. | |
| For what is all Belphbes golden hair, | 5 |
| The chastity of Britomart, the love | |
| Of Florimel so faithful and so fair, | |
| To thee, thou Wonder! And yet far above | |
| Thy inoffensive beauty must I hold | |
| Dear Una, sighing for the Red Cross Knight | 10 |
| Through all her losses, crosses manifold. | |
| And when the lordly Lion fell in fight, | |
| Who, who can paragon her fearful woe? | |
| Not thou, not thou, O Moon! didst ever passion so. | | | | |
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