MOONLIGHT NIGHT. How beautiful this night! The balmiest sigh That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, To curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills, Yon darksome walls, whence icicles depend So stainless, that their white and glittering spears Tinge not the moon's pure beam; yon castled steep, Whose banner hangeth o'er the time-worn tower So idly, that wrapt Fancy deemeth it A metaphor of Peace,-all form a scene SHELLEY. |