Whilst the moon decks herself in Neptune's glass br And ponders over her image in the sea, br Her cloudy locks smoothing from off her face br That she may all as bright as beauty be; br It is my wont to sit upon the shore br And mark with what an even grace she glides br Her two concurrent paths of azure o'er, br One in the heavens, the other in the tides: br Now with a transient veil her face she hides br And ocean blackens with a human frown; br Now her fine screen of vapour she divides br And looks with all her light of beauty down; br Her splendid smile over-silvering the main br Spreads her the glass she looks into again.