When earth is dark, but the heavens are bright;
Naught is seen in the vault on high,
But the moon, and the stars, and the cloudless sky,
And the flood, which rolls its milky hue,
A river of white on the welkin blue.
Drake.
20. When little birds begin discourse,
In quick, low voices, ere the streaming light
Pours on their nests from out the day's fresh source.
R. H. Dana.