Bathes all she sees in light.
Her tracery is rich
With images Mosaic, soft inlaid;—
Forms, heav'n-traced, slumber 'twixt the light and shade,
In every quiet niche.
Moonlight is not like eld,—
For it is young, and bright, and fresh and clear;
But age the features sharpens, and brings near
Resemblances withheld:
So moonlight in its pride