As when the moon which on a wide deep stream
Makes every wavelet glint with silver light,
By some black cloud, a shadow of the night
ls but awhile obscured, yet still gleam

The waves in darkness, to no falling beam,
And please in shade with the obscure delight
Of a profounder motion, stilly dight
With softened silver, like a thing of dream;

So may for e'er my song its force retain,
And though a cloud o'ercast my weary mind
Let that but fill the glitter of my strain

With staider sweetness, showing to mankind
That though beneath a cloud I can sustain
My wonted song, to hope and bliss not blind.