Love's Journey

F. Corder

Moonbeam purest and serenest

That from Heaven's pale vapour leanest,

Shining earthward far away

With thy lustrous silver ray,

Shine on my beloved's home,

Tell her swift as I come.

Dawning sun, thou orb of wonder,

Rolling sable clouds asunder,

Shake the dun mist from thy brow,

Rim with gold her dwelling now;

Tell her, glorious messenger,

How I haste to come to her.

Night's long journeyings are over,

I am come to thee, dear lover,

Here I wait at earliest dawn

'Mid the roses on thy lawn,

Open wide thy window, Sweet,

I am kneeling at thy feet.