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

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

LORD TENNYSON.

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.