Moon.
As with inborrowed beams her sharpened horns;
Gossamer.
The filmy gossamer now flits no more,
Halcyons.
Nor halcyons bask on the short sunny shore;
Swine.
Their litter is not tossed by sows unclean,
Mist.
But a blue, droughty mist descends upon the plain,