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How Calm, How Bland, Appears the Moon Above Us!
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
How calm, how bland, appears the moon above us!
Surely there dwell the Spirits who most love us.
So think we, and gaze on: the well-pois'd glass
Suddenly bids the sweet illusion pass,
And tells us, bright as may be this outside,
Within are gulphs and desolation wide,
Craters extinct and barren rocks around,
And darkest depths no plummet-line could sound;
Then on the heart these jarring words descend . .
Man! hast thou never found such in a friend?
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Landor, Walter Savage. “How Calm, How Bland, Appears the Moon Above Us!” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/912/.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “How Calm, How Bland, Appears the Moon Above Us!” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/912/.
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