Eclipse hardy jfg
Thy shadow earth, from pole to central sea, Now steals along upon the moon's meek shine An even monochrome and curving line Of imperturbable serenity. How shall I link such sun-cast symmetry With the torn troubled form I know is thine, That profile placid as a brow divine, With continence of moil and misery, And can immense mortality but throw so small a shade,
And heaven's high human scheme behem'd Within the coasts yon arc implies? Is such the stellar gauge of earthly show, Nation at war with nation, brains that teem,
