A Night Thought
By William Wordsworth
Lo! where the Moon along the sky
Sails with her happy destiny;
Oft is she hid from mortal eye
Or dimly seen,
But when the clouds asunder fly
How bright her mien!
Far different we--a froward race,
Thousands though rich in Fortune's grace
With cherished sullenness of pace
Their way pursue,
Ingrates who wear a smileless face
The whole year through.
If kindred humours e'er would make
My spirit droop for drooping's sake,
From Fancy following in thy wake,
Bright ship of heaven!
A counter impulse let me take
And be forgiven.
The wind tugged at
me as I stood at the garden yard. Gazing out at the night sky, I still savor
the poem by William Wordsworth. It is called A night thought. Moon, so
purity as it is, always is the hot theme of poetries.
In Chinese
culture, moon is the symbol of homesick. While in western country, moon refers
to freedom and hope.
In the A
night thought, the writer looked up to the sky. The bright moon was
flickering in clouds. When the clouds dispersed, the silver bright of the moon spilt
on the poet’s shoulders. The moon inspired him for seeking the freedom and joy.
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