The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said, <br />"Bright is thy veil, O Moon, as thou art bright!" <br />Forthwith, that little cloud, in ether spread <br />And penetrated all with tender light, <br />She cast away, and showed her fulgent head <br />Uncovered; dazzling the Beholder's sight <br />As if to vindicate her beauty's right <br />Her beauty thoughtlessly disparaged. <br />Meanwhile that veil, removed or thrown aside, <br />Went floating from her, darkening as it went; <br />And a huge mass, to bury or to hide, <br />Approached this glory of the firmament; <br />Who meekly yields, and is obscured--content <br />With one calm triumph of a modest pride.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shepherd-looking-eastward-softly-said/
