I ruffle the dozing trees,
And by their long locks seize
The felon mists from cakèd quagmires streaming.
When down sinks the Sun,
In a blue Cloud I run,
To cool the bubbling cauldron of his setting;
And I send a pearly haze
To brighten the Starry Blaze,
And veil the beauteous Moon in a silver netting;
Then earthward, downward, down,