Mild Splendor of the various-vested Night! <br />Mother of wildly-working visions! hail! <br />I watch thy gliding, while with watery light <br />Thy weak eye glimmers through a fleecy veil; <br />And when thou lovest thy pale orb to shroud <br />Behind the gather'd blackness lost on high; <br />And when thou dartest from the wind-rent cloud <br />Thy placid lightning o'er th' awakened sky. <br />Ah, such is Hope! As changeful and as fair! <br />Now dimly peering on the wistful sight; <br />Now hid behind the dragon-wing'd Despair: <br />But soon emerging in her radiant might <br />She o'er the sorrow-clouded breast of Care <br />Sails, like a meteor kindling in its flight.<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xviii-to-the-autumnal-moon/
