From The Rime of the Acient Mariner The moving Moon went up the sky.
And nowhere did abide
Softly she was going up
And a star or two beside- TO THE MOON Art thou pale for wearineSS
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth
And ever changing， like a Joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy? Is the moon tired? she looks so pale
Within her misty veil:
She scales the sky from east to west
And takes no rest. Before the coming of the night
The moon shows papery white
Before the dawning of the day
She fades away. DEFEATED BY LOVE The sky was lit
by the splendor of the moon
So powerful
I fell to the ground
Your love
has made me sureI am ready to forsake
this worldly life
and surrender to the magnificence
of your Being 0 Lady Moon， your horns point toward the east
Shine， be increased:
0 Lady Moon， your horns point toward the west
Wane， be at rest. THE HALF MOON SHOWS
A FACE OF PLAINTIVE SWEETNESS The half m
