Midnight Brought On The Dusky

The Starry Cope Of Heaven.

By Night The Glass Of Galileo ... Observes Imagin'd Land And Regions In The Moon.

Oft, On A Plat Of Rising Ground, I Hear The Far-off Curfew Sound Over Some Wide-watered Shore, Swinging Low With Sullen Roar.

Most Men Admire Virtue Who Follow Not Her Lore.

In Naked Beauty More Adorn'd, More Lovely Than Pandora.