-- THE sky is overcast With a continuous cloud of texture close, Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon, Which through that veil is indistinctly seen, A dull, contracted circle, yielding light So feebly spread, that not a shadow falls, Chequering the ground -- from rock, plant, tree, or tower. At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam Startles the pensive traveller while he treads His lonesome path, with unobserving eye Bent earthwards; he looks up -- the clouds are split Asunder, -- and above his head he sees The clear Moon, and the glory of the heavens. There, in a black-blue vault she sails along, Followed by multitudes of stars, that, small And sharp, and bright, along the dark abyss Drive as she drives: how fast they wheel away, Yet vanish not! -- the wind is in the tree, But they are silent; -- still they roll along Immeasurably distant; and the vault, Built round by those white clouds, enormous clouds, Still deepens its unfathomable depth. At length the Vision closes; and the mind, Not undisturbed by the delight it feels, Which slowly settles into peaceful calm, Is left to muse upon the solemn scene. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHELLEY'S SKYLARK by THOMAS HARDY THE ROSE AND THORN by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1876 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WOODEN WHEELS by LOWELL C. BALLARD TO THE MARQUIS LA FAYETTE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 15 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |