When on it joyously the moonbeams play;
And thou hast gaiety softened by devotion,
Aye, and good nature, which, upon inspection,
I always found developed in extreme perfection.
I would not flatter thee—much less, would know
The pungent strength of critical acidity
For talking prettily of ‘twilight glow,’
And ‘moons,’ and ‘sighs’—all types of insipidity.
And yet I say not that the earth can show
Ought more enchanting than the deep placidity