MOONLIGHT.
Come then, diviner Muse, and dwell with me:
Since the great princes of the world, confin'd
Within the pomp and pageantry of state,
Deny thy presence, to whose searching eye
The world, and its ambition, is a dream,
And all its glorious and loud-sounding pomp,
Charmful to sense, well weighed in thy ear,
But musick to a spectacle of woe;
Come then, diviner Muse, and dwell with me:
I offer thee my heart, and with it too
Since the great princes of the world, confin'd
Within the pomp and pageantry of state,
Deny thy presence, to whose searching eye
The world, and its ambition, is a dream,
And all its glorious and loud-sounding pomp,
Charmful to sense, well weighed in thy ear,
But musick to a spectacle of woe;
Come then, diviner Muse, and dwell with me:
I offer thee my heart, and with it too
