{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/boo/boo37.htm","path":"cfu/boo/boo37.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/boo/boo37.htm","text":"The Book of Odes, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908]\nThe moon comes forth in her brightness;\n Fair as the moon was she,\n That bright and beautiful lady\n Who lit the night for me.\n Would that I saw her now,\n With the stars around her brow.\nThe moon comes forth in her splendour;\n Fair through the void she burns,\n That pale and beautiful lady,\n My moon, no more returns;\n But under the alien skies\n She shines in a stranger's eyes.\nThe moon comes forth in her glory;\n Kind to the world is she.\n That kind and beautiful lady,\n Doth charm no night for me.\n Oh, when the dawn-star wanes\n For the sun to rend my chains!","title":"The Book of Odes: Without Her","type":"page"}