And dappled deer browsing in mountain shadows.”
That night we camped upon the sandy margent
Of an unknown sea; and when, behind sharp peaks,
The moon retired in her skiff of argent,
Then certain meteors filled the sky with streaks,
And diving, from the zenith-ridge divergent,
Through the purple heavens fell in flakes,
Which, as they struck the water, lost their light,
And grew a portion of its night.
Meanwhile we saw a corps of sentry ghosts,