To a Lady, LXVII

I saw the fairy vision ope, Such as ye ken through the telescope: Now, ’twas a globe of frost-work hung High up in air, the stars among; Then as it came to daylight more, ’Twas a blister’d orb of silver ore; And lo! as the nearer sunbeams steal, ’Tis an orange stripp’d of its golden peel. And so was the night-queen lost in light; Oh ye should look on the moon at night!