Move Eastward, Happy Earth, And Leave

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 dewy 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.