Chapter LXVII

I saw the fairy vision ope,
Such as ye ken through the telescope:
Now, ’twas a globe of frost-work hung
High up in air, the stars among;
Then as it came to daylight more,
’Twas a blister’d orb of silver ore;
And lo! as the nearer sunbeams steal,
’Tis an orange stripp’d of its golden peel.
And so was the night-queen lost in light;
Oh ye should look on the moon at night!