O placid Moon

O PLACID Moon; O pensive Moon;
Canst thou to mortals give only thy splendour?
Give thou thy Calm to all my soul!
Wane not so fast! Age not so soon!
Dream thy white dream, ever tranquil and tender—
Thou that hast found neither rest nor goal.

Loved on the earth, loved on the sea,
Share thou the wealth of thy smile with the waters;
Lull thou the surge where tides rage high!
When through my heart dark tempests flee,
Teach me, O fairest of Night's lovesome daughters,
Teach me but Peace, lest of storm I die.
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