Turn forth her silver lining on the night,

And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.

INVOCATION TO LIGHT.

[From Paradise Lost.]

Thee I revisit safe,

And feel thy sovereign vital lamp; but thou

Revisitest not these eyes, that roll in vain

To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn;

So thick a drop serene[[123]] hath quenched their orbs,

Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more