No. XIII.—MOONLIGHT ON LAND.
The early bridal Moon
Comes in her splendour forth, and walks between
The stars of Heaven, like an anointed queen
Amid her maids at noon.
Now from the sleeping hills
The spectral mist-wreaths quickly pass away,
Beneath her pale, but earth enamoured ray,
And glory all things fills.
Forth let us wander, led