The moon -- how definite its orb! Yet gaze again & with a steady gaze 'Tis there indeed -- but where is it not -- It is suffused o'er all the sapphire Heaven, Trees, herbage, snake-like Stream, unwrinkled Lake, Whose very murmur does of it partake/ And low & close the broad smooth mountain Is more a thing of Heaven than when Distinct by one dim shade yet undivided from the universal cloud In which it towers, infinite in height/ -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE SAND CREEK BRIDGE by JAMES GALVIN UPON A SPIDER CATCHING A FLY by EDWARD TAYLOR IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 9 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE TWO MICE by AESOP ECLOGUE: FATHER COME HWOME by WILLIAM BARNES SONNET: 12 by RICHARD BARNFIELD BROADCAST by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE SECOND FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |