The moon -- how definite its orb! Yet gaze again & with a steady gaze 'Tis there indeed -- but where is it not -- It is suffused o'er all the sapphire Heaven, Trees, herbage, snake-like Stream, unwrinkled Lake, Whose very murmur does of it partake/ And low & close the broad smooth mountain Is more a thing of Heaven than when Distinct by one dim shade yet undivided from the universal cloud In which it towers, infinite in height/ --
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