Deep-hued and damasked like the orb of day
When in the purple west he slowly sinks away.
Hast thou not stooped from heaven, fair star, to be
Through Night’s wide, pathless realm of phantasie
So near—so bright—so glorious—that I seem
To lie entranced as in some wondrous dream,
All earthly joys forgot—all earthly fear
Purged in the light of thy resplendent sphere: —
Gazing upon thee till thy flaming eye
Dilates and kindles through the stormy sky,