DIANA, HECATE OR THE MOON. How like a queen comes forth the lonely moon, woods; The trackless wilderness; the mountain's brow, Where winter o'er eternal snow-drifts broods; All height, depth, wildness, grandeur, gloom, below, Touched by thy smile, lone moon, in one wide splendor glow. THE MOON. CROLY. THE sleeping kine, Couched in thy brightness, dream of fields divine. Innumerable mountains rise, and rise, Ambitious for the hallowing of thine eyes; And yet thy benediction passeth not Where pleasure may be sent; the nested wren KEATS. ACTEON. 'MIDST others of less note came one frail form, A phantom among men; companionless With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness; And his own Thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued like raging hounds their father and their prey. SHELLEY. CEPHALUS AND PROCRIS. A HUNTER once in a grove reclined, While mute lay even the wild bee's hum, His song was still, "Sweet Air, O come!" While Echo answered, “Come, sweet Air!” MOORE. QUEEN of the wide air, thou most lovely queen Of all the brightness that mine eyes have seen! As thou exceedest all things in thy shine, So KEATS. ENDYMION. He stood, Fine as those shapely spirits, heaven-descended, Hermes or young Apollo, or whom she, The moon-lit Dian, on the Latmian hill, When all the woods and all the winds were still, Kissed with the kiss of immortality. BARRY CORNWALL. A SPOT FOR LOVERS. I PRAY thee stay! Where hast thou been? Head of old Latmos, where she stoops each night, Gilding the mountain with her brother's light, To kiss her sweetest. FLETCHER'S FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS. NIGHT THOUGHTS. THESE thoughts, O Night, are thine; From thee they came like lovers' secret sighs, When others slept. So Cynthia, poets feign, In shadows veiled, soft, sliding from her sphere, Her shepherd cheered, of her enamoured less Than I of thee. ENDYMION. YOUNG. SUGGESTED BY A PAINTING BY LUCA GIORDANO. GIORDANO, verily thy pencil's skill Hath here portrayed, with Nature's happiest grace, As not unconscious with what power the thrill |