28. Morning, with all her attributes; the slow
Impearling of the heavens, the sparkling white
On the webb'd grass, the fragrant mistiness,
The fresh airs, with the twinkling leaves at sport,
And all the gradual and emerging light,
The crystalline distinctness settling clear,
And all the wakening of strengthening sound.
Milman—Lord of the Bright City.
29. Her twilight robe when nature wears,
And evening sheds her sweetest tears,