Move Eastward, Happy Earth
First published in 1842.
Move eastward, happy earth, and leave
Yon orange sunset waning slow:
From fringes of the faded eve,
O, happy planet, eastward go;
Till over thy dark shoulder glow
Thy silver sister-world, and rise
To glass herself in dewy eyes
That watch me from the glen below.
Ah, bear me with thee, smoothly1 borne,
Dip forward under starry light,
And move me to my marriage-morn,
And round again to happy night.
Notes
1 1842 to 1853. Lightly.