Poems (Campbell)/Moonlight Sketch
MOONLIGHT SKETCH.
The winds of heav'n are hush'd—and mild—E'en as the breath of slumb'ring child!The western breezes' balmy sighBreaks not the mist-wreaths as they lie,Veiling the tall cliff's rugged brow,Nor dimples the green waves below,Such stillness round—such silence deep—That nature seems herself to sleep!The full moon, mounted in the sky,Looks from her cloudless place on high;And trembling stars, like fairy gleams,Twinkle their many-colour'd beams, Spangling the world of waters o'erWith mimic gems from shore to shore,Till ocean, burning on the view,Glows like another heav'n of blue,And its broad bosom, as a mirror bright,Reflects their lucid path, and all the fields of light.