The gorgeous canopy of heaven is wrapped
In silvery haze: Gems of uncounted wealth
Bestud the lofty concave; and the bright
Moon seems rolling like a silvery ball
Across the trackless æther, mantling the earth
In glory;—while her mellowed light
Falls on my spirit with a holy calm, like that
Of heaven. Tell us—why are we chained to earth?
’Tis far too gross for the immortal mind,
Which yearns for higher realms, and pants in vain