Fluctuations
What
though
the
Sun
had
left
my
sky;
To
save
me
from
despair
The
blessed
Moon
arose
on
high,
And
shone
serenely
there.
I
watched
her,
with
a
tearful
gaze,
Rise
slowly
o'er
the
hill,
While
through
the
dim
horizon's
haze
Her
light
gleamed
faint
and
chill.
I
thought
such
wan
and
lifeless
beams
Could
ne'er
my
heart
repay
For
the
bright
sun's
most
transient
gleams
That
cheered
me
through
the
day:
But,
as
above
that
mist's
control
She
rose,
and
brighter
shone,
I
felt
her
light
upon
my
soul;
But
now—that
light
is
gone!
Thick
vapours
snatched
her
from
my
sight,
And
I
was
darkling
left,
All
in
the
cold
and
gloomy
night,
Of
light
and
hope
bereft:
Until,
methought,
a
little
star
Shone
forth
with
trembling
ray,
To
cheer
me
with
its
light
afar—
But
that,
too,
passed
away.
Anon,
an
earthly
meteor
blazed
The
gloomy
darkness
through;
I
smiled,
yet
trembled
while
I
gazed—
But
that
soon
vanished
too!
And
darker,
drearier
fell
the
night
Upon
my
spirit
then;—
But
what
is
that
faint
struggling
light?
Is
it
the
Moon
again?
Kind
Heaven!
increase
that
silvery
gleam
And
bid
these
clouds
depart,
And
let
her
soft
celestial
beam
Restore
my
fainting
heart!
