With how sad steps, O Moon thou climb'st the sky

William Wordsworth

1770 to 1850

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"With how sad steps, O Moon thou climb'st the sky.
How silently, and with how wan a face!" 
Where art thou? Thou whom I have seen on
Running among the clouds a Wood-nymph's race?
Unhappy Nuns, common breath's a sigh
Which they would stifle, move such a pace!
The Northern Wind, to call thee the chace,
Must blow tonight his bugle horn. Had
The power of Merlin, Goddess! this should be
And the Stars, now shrouded up in heaven,
Should sally to keep thee company.
What strife would then be yours, fair Creatures, driv'n
Now up, now down, and sparkling your glee!
But, Cynthia, should to Thee the palm giv'n,
Queen both for beauty and for majesty.