by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Victorian · Short · 12 linesnight
Move eastward, happy earth, and leave Yon orange sunset waning slow: From fringes of the faded eve, O, happy planet, eastward go: Till over thy dark shoulder glow Thy silver sister world, and rise To glass herself in dewey eyes That watch me from the glen below. Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night.
Public domain. Source: PoetryDB. Reproduced verbatim; see theanthology for the full collection.
Matched by documented rules, not taste: two points for every theme tag a poem shares with Move Eastward, Happy Earth, one point for the same era, one for a similar length.
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