...deem'd the deep opaque would blot her beams ; But, melting like a wreath of snow, it hangs In waves of silver round, and clothes The orb with richer beauties...; Then, passing, leaves her in her light serene." It is bright in the upper-skies : A wind does but pass and it clears them. « Kind's 22 From the North...

...Star." I watch'd it as it came, And deemed the deep opaque would blot her beams ; But, melting like a wreath of snow, it hangs In folds of wavy silver round ; and clothes The orb in richer beauties than her own ; Then passing, leaves her in her light serene. SOUTHEY. A TABLE OF...