Lifts up her love-torch.
Oft a moment’s space,
What time the moon was lost behind a cloud,
Hath heard a pause of silence; till the moon
Emerging, hath awakened earth and sky
With one sensation, and those wakeful birds
Have all burst forth in choral minstrelsy,
As if one quick and sodden gale had swept
An hundred airy harps! And I have watched
Many a nightingale perched giddily