He toned the sprightly beam of morning <br />With twilight meek of tender eve, <br />Brightness interfused with softness, <br />Light and shade did weave: <br />And gave to candor equal place <br />With mystery starred in open skies; <br />And, floating all in sweetness, made <br />Her fathomless mild eyes.<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-marchioness-of-brinvilliers/
