LOOK down, fair moon, and bathe this scene; <br /> Pour softly down night's nimbus floods, on faces ghastly, swollen, <br /> purple; <br /> On the dead, on their backs, with their arms toss'd wide, <br /> Pour down your unstinted nimbus, sacred moon.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/look-down-fair-moon/
