The Moon
By: Henry David ThoreauThe full-orbed moon with unchanged ray
Mounts up the eastern sky,
Not doomed to these short nights for aye,
But shining steadily.
She does not wane, but my fortune,
Which her rays do not bless,
My wayward path declineth soon,
But she shines not the less.
And if she faintly glimmers here,
And paled is her light,
Yet alway in her proper sphere
She's mistress of the night.
Henry David Thoreau has been a writer that i have heard of since high school however I never read anything from him until now. The moon is a very peaceful and soothing poem. In this poem he is appreciating the moon and all of its beauty. Thoreau uses very descriptive words like shining, full- orbed, and faintly glimmers. He says that the moon is " mistress of the night ".
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