Move Eastward, Happy Earth, poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson at
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Move Eastward, Happy Earth

Move Eastward, Happy Earth

a poem by: Alfred Lord Tennyson


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 dewey eyes
That watch me from the glen below.

Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne,
Dip forward under starry light,
And move me to my marriage-morn,
And round again to happy night.

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