To a Lady, LXVI

The Earth, it is a tiny thing, That hath all colours bright; And zones, that gird it like a ring, With green and snowy white! And ocean gives it fields of blue, And mountains boss it fair; It carries every blessed hue Through all the deep of air. Oh yes, I’m coming nearer, nearer, I see my little dwelling clearer, And yonder—yes—it is the moon, Up gleaming from her highest noon!