Full orbed, and breaking through the scattered clouds,

Shews her broad visage in the crimsoned east.

Turned to the sun direct her spotted disk, Where mountains rise, umbrageous dales descend, 65

And caverns deep as optic tube descries,
A smaller earth, gives us his blaze again,
Void of its flame, and sheds a softer day.
Now through the passing clouds she seems
to stoop,

Now up the pure cerulean rides sublime. 70 Wide the pale deluge floats, and streaming mild

O'er the skied mountain to the shadowy vale,

While rocks and floods reflect the quivering gleam;

The whole air whitens with a boundless tide Of silver radiance trembling round the world. 75

FROM WINTER

(1730)

Through the hushed air the whitening shower descends,

At first thin-wavering, till at last the flakes Fall broad, and wide, and fast, dimming the day

With a continual flow. The cherished fields Fut on their winter robe of purest white: 5 Tis brightness all, save where the new snow melts

Along the mazy current. Low the woods Eow their hoar head; and ere the languid

sun

Faint from the west, emits his evening ray; Earth's universal face, deep hid, and chill, 10

The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage.

His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills;

And let me catch it as I muse along,

Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound;
Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze
Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, 52
A secret world of wonders in thyself,
Sound his stupendous praise, whose greater
voice

Or bids you roar, or bids your roaring fall. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers,

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Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams,
Or Winter rises in the blackening east
Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no
more,

And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat.
Should fate command me to the furthest