! : "My visual orbs are purged from film, and lo! I see old fairy land's miraculous show! Her trees of tinsel kissed by freakish gales, انه ای که 'Tis the middle watch of a summer's night The earth is dark, but the heavens are bright; Nought is seen in the vault on high But the moon, and the stars, and the cloudless sky, And the flood which rolls its milky hue, A river of light on the welkin blue. The moon looks down on old Cronest, She mellows the shades on his shaggy breast, And seems his huge gray form to throw In a silver cone on the wave below; |