------The sky is overcast <br />With a continuous cloud of texture close, <br />Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon, <br />Which through that veil is indistinctly seen, <br />A dull, contracted circle, yielding light <br />So feebly spread, that not a shadow falls, <br />Chequering the ground--from rock, plant, tree, or tower. <br />At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam <br />Startles the pensive traveller while he treads <br />His lonesome path, with unobserving eye <br />Bent earthwards; he looks up--the clouds are split <br />Asunder,--and above his head he sees <br />The clear Moon, and the glory of the heavens. <br />There, in a black-blue vault she sails along, <br />Followed by multitudes of stars, that, small <br />And sharp, and bright, along the dark abyss <br />Drive as she drives: how fast they wheel away, <br />Yet vanish not!--the wind is in the tree, <br />But they are silent;--still they roll along <br />Immeasurably distant; and the vault, <br />Built round by those white clouds, enormous clouds, <br />Still deepens its unfathomable depth. <br />At length the Vision closes; and the mind, <br />Not undisturbed by the delight it feels, <br />Which slowly settles into peaceful calm, <br />Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-night-piece/
