The Hundred Best Poems (lyrical) in the English language - second series/Move eastward, happy earth, and leave

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77.
Move eastward, happy earth, and leave.

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 dewy eyes
That watch me from the glen below.

Ah, bear me with thee, smoothly borne,
 Dip forward under starry light,
And move me to my marriage-morn,
 And round again to happy night.