Variation of the Song of the Moon

("PROMETHEUS UNBOUND", ACT 4.)

As a violet's gentle eye Gazes on the azure sky Until its hue grows like what it beholds; As a gray and empty mist Lies like solid amethyst Over the western mountain it enfolds, When the sunset sleeps Upon its snow; As a strain of sweetest sound Wraps itself the wind around Until the voiceless wind be music too; As aught dark, vain, and dull, Basking in what is beautiful, Is full of light and love--