The fiery trail of the rocket-star.”
From the passage above quoted to the close of the poem, is extended a long series of most exquisite description. Each instant of our flight, unfolds to our enraptured vision scenes ever changing, and increasing in their splendor. Already have we hurried by the misty region of the cloud.
“The sapphire sheet of eve is shot,
The sphered moon is past,
The earth but seems a tiny blot
On a sheet of azure cast.”
We rest not till we stand beside
—“the flood which rolls its milky hue,
A river of light on the welkin blue,”
surrounded by the brightness of celestial realms.