Her way pursuing among scattered clouds,
Where, ever and anon, her head she shrouds
Hidden from view in dense obscurity.
But look, and to the watchful eye
A brightening edge will indicate that soon
We shall behold the struggling Moon
Break forth,—again to walk the clear blue sky.
ON THE BANKS OF A ROCKY STREAM
Composed 1846.—Published 1850
Behold an emblem of our human mind