LUNA.
Too soon the sunset comes ; too soon Opens the night its curious eyes, Greedy to watch the maiden moon Unloose her silver draperies
And walk upon the star-flowered fields. Her cloudy garments one by one To waiting winds she slowly yields, And now, her last disrobing done, Flashes lithe limbs across the sky And flaunts the cold and slender grace Of unconcerned virginity.
O now before her smiling face A thousand rivers, lakes and seas Hold up their mirrors to her gaze : A thousand moonlets there she sees Float on a thousand starry ways.
Beneath her footfall light and free The peeping star-flowers shake and fall ; Cold as her watery mirrors, she Drinks admiration from them all.
In them her nakedness she views, In love with her own limbs displayed, And through the wondering night pursues
Her strange unreasonable parade.
GEnium MILLER.
A large number of articles and poems have lately been sent to the " Spectator " without stamped and addressed envelopes. The Literary Editor wishes to reiterate that he can in no case return rejected MSS. unless such envelopes are enclosed.
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