Lines Written At Night.

Oh, thou surpassing beauty! that dost live     Shrined in yon silent stream of glorious light!     Spirit of harmony! that through the vast     And cloud-embroidered canopy art spreading     Thy wings, that o'er our shadowy earth hang brooding,     Like a pale silver haze, betwixt the moon     And the world's darker orb: beautiful, hail!     Hail to thee! from her midnight throne of ether,     Night looks upon the slumbering universe.     There is no breeze on silver-crowned tree,     There is no breath on dew-bespangled flower,     There is no wind sighs on the sleepy wave,     There is no sound hangs in the solemn air.     All, all are silent, all are dreaming, all,     Save those eternal eyes, that now shine forth     Winking the slumberer's destinies.    The moon     Sails on the horizon's verge, a moving glory,     Pure, and unrivalled; for no paler orb     Approaches, to invade the sea of light     That lives around her; save yon little star,     That sparkles on her robe of fleecy clouds,     Like a bright gem, fallen from her radiant brow.