Sits on her fringed throne serene,
And mingling whispers, rising near,
Steal on the still reposing ear.
H. K. White.
26. When the moon riseth as if dreaming,
Treading with still white feet the lulled sea.
From the Etonian.
27. When day hath put on his jacket, and around
His burning bosom button'd it with stars.
O. W. Holmes.