The Moon, how definite its orb! (fragment)
The Moon, how definite its orb!Yet gaze again, and with a steady gaze--'Tis there indeed,--but where is it not?--It is suffused o'er all the sapphire Heaven,Trees, herbage, snake-like stream, unwrinkled Lake,Whose very murmur does of it partakeAnd low and close the broad smooth mountainIs more a thing of Heaven than whenDistinct by one dim shade and yet undivided from the universal cloudIn which it towers, finite in height.
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