What would I choose to see when I
To this bright earth shall bid good-bye?
When fades forever from my sight
The world I've loved with long delight?
What would I pray to look on last,
When Death shall draw the Curtain fast?
I've loved the farewell of the Sun,
Low-lapsing after work well done;
Or leaping from a sea forlorn,
Gold-glad to greet a day new born.
Shall I elect to round my dream
The Sun I hail as Lord Supreme?
Ah no! Of Heaven's shining host,
It is the Moon I love the most;
And if, when I shall cease to be,
God lets me keep one memory
Of loveliness that held me thrall,
The Moon's the one I would recall.
The new Moon fine as pearly clip
From Cleopatra's finger-tip;
The ripe Moon vaulting o'er the trees
As ruddy as a Cheddar cheese;
The late Moon, frail and wanly fair,
Relaxed on silver rocking chair.
But most of all, the Moon intense
With radiant indifference;
So placid, glacid, pure, serene,
Of all perfection proudly Queen.
Oh Mistress Mine, let me adore
Your beauty but one moment more!
One last look .
Let the Curtain fall,
Then let me look no more at all.
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