Percy Bysshe Shelley - To The Moonbeam lyrics

[Published by Hogg, "Life of Shelley", 1858: dated 1809. Included in the Esdaile man*script book.] 1. Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale, To bathe this burning brow. Moonbeam, why art thou so pale, As thou walkest o'er the dewy dale, Where humble wild-flowers grow? Is it to mimic me? But that can never be; For thine orb is bright, And the clouds are light, That at intervals shadow the star-studded night. 2. Now all is d**hy still on earth; Nature's tired frame reposes; And, ere the golden morning's birth Its radiant hues discloses, Flies forth its balmy breath. But mine is the midnight of d**h, And Nature's morn To my bosom forlorn Brings but a gloomier night, implants a deadlier thorn. 3. Wretch! Suppress the glare of madness Struggling in thine haggard eye, For the keenest throb of sadness, Pale Despair's most sickening sigh, Is but to mimic me; And this must ever be, When the twilight of care, And the night of despair, Seem in my breast but joys to the pangs that rankle there.