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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
V. Winter Evening at Home
By William Lisle Bowles (1762–1850)
FAIR Moon! that at the chilly day’s decline
  Of sharp December, through my cottage pane
  Dost lovely look, smiling, though in thy wane;
  In thought to scenes serene and still as thine
Wanders my heart, whilst I by turns survey        5
  Thee slowly wheeling on thy evening way,
And this my fire, whose dim, unequal light,
  Just glimmering, bids each shadowy image fall
  Sombrous and strange upon the darkening wall,
  Ere the clear tapers chase the deepening night!        10
Yet thy still orb, seen through the freezing haze,
  Shines calm and clear without; and whilst I gaze,
I think, Around me in this twilight gloom
  I but remark mortality’s sad doom;
Whilst hope and joy, cloudless and soft, appear        15
  In the sweet beam that lights thy distant sphere.

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