THE WANING MOON ■Y WM. CULLEN BRYANT
... THE WANING MOON ■Y WM. CULLEN BRYANT. !’»• watch’d too lata; tha mom i» near. One look at God’s broad, lilent sky! Oh, hopes and wishes vainly dear, How in your very strength die! Even when your glow is on the cheek. And scarce the high pursuit begun ...