Tennyson's Poems

Move Eastward, Happy Earth...

First published in 1842.

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, smoothly [1] borne,

Dip forward under starry light,

And move me to my marriage-morn,

And round again to happy night.

[Footnote 1: 1842 to 1853. Lightly.]