Stole along each forest wall—
Phosphorescent moony waves.
Then the moon rose; from some cup
Each hill's bowl,—magnetic shine,
Mist and silence poured like wine,—
Brimmed a monster goblet up.
Ingot from lost orient mines,
Delved by humpbacked gnomes of Night,
Full her orb loomed, nacreous white,
O'er Pine Mountain's druid pines.