Crescent

Away we go, my boat and I
Whether among the winds we strive,
Or deep into the jungle we dive,
Each is contented with the another.

Away we go - and what care we
For treasons, tumults, and for wars?
We are as calm in our delight
As the crescent-moon so bright
Among the scattered stars.

Up she'll rise, among the stars,
Through many a breathless field of light.
The Crab, the Scorpion, the spatula,
Leaving ten thousand stars beneath her.

The Pleiads, that appear to kiss
Each other in the vast abyss,
Like waters in commotion,
Resound as the earths soft murmuring.

These nether precincts do not lack
Charms of their own; then come with me
I want a comrade, and for you
Theres nothing I would not do;
Nought is there that you shall not see.

Haste! Above shifting snowdrift,
We'll sport amid the boreal morning;
We'll mingle with her lustres gliding
Among the stars, the stars now hiding,
And now the stars adorning.

I know the secrets of a land
Where human foot did never stray;
Fair is that land of evening skies,
And cool, though in the depth it lies
In burning sun and frequent suprise.

Or, if you thirst with hardy zeal
Less quiet regions to explore,
Prompt voyage shall to you reveal
How earth and heaven are taught to feel.

Temptation lurks among your words;
But, while these pleasures you're pursuing
Without impediment or let,
No wonder if you quite forget
What on the earth is doing.


R.Melrose, after William Wordsworth, "Prologue".