Pale face of the moon, and the bare
Bright flame of the sun, unaware,
I have seen what the seraphs have seen!
Thro' the limitless spaces of air
The brave mists that waver and wane
Are patient and pallid and fair.
I have fathomed the pride and the pain
Of the snows and compassionate rain
Thro' the limitless spaces of air.
I have known them, the brave mists that wane