In full-orbed splendor now the queen of Night,
Among the stars walks in her pride of place,
And how again we miss that flood of light
That overflowed the azure fields of space.

But though her brightness meets no more the gaze,
As in her wonted orbit she declines,
Yet not extinguished are her silver rays, -
She shines in shadow, but not less she shines.

Soon will she rise again upon the sight,
Passing the darkened shape that bids her wane;
Then shall we see her, in unclouded light,
Take her own place among the stars again.

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