Iv

But the time of times foe wonder, Is when ruddy sun goes under; And the dusk throws, half afraid, Silver shuttles of long shade.

Opens then a scene, the fairest Ever burst on human view; Once behold, and thou comparest Nothing in the world thereto.

While the broad flood murmurs glistening To the moon that hangeth listening-- Moon that looketh down the sky, Like an aloe-bloom on high--