Sonnet XI, by Charlotte Smith

Thou brightening Moon! how softly dost thou smile
Upon the earth when day has said goodbye;
In tender tones, I sense my heart beguile
Within thy warmth, as shadows drift on high.

This night, I’ll stand beneath your watchful glow,
While breezes bear the scent of gentle flowers;
And muse in dreams where tender visions flow,
Eclipsed by thoughts of time’s eternal hours.

• Charlotte Smith