THE STARLIGHT NIGHT

Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the quivering citadels there! The dim woods quick with diamond wells; the elf-eyes! The grey lawns cold where quaking gold-dew lies! Wind-beat white-beam; airy abeles all on flare! Flake-doves sent floating out at a farmyard scare!— Ah well! it is a purchase and a prize. Buy then! Bid then!—What?—Prayer, patience, alms, vows,— Look, look! a May-mess, like on orchard boughs; Look! March-bloom, like on mealed-with-yellow sallows.— These are indeed the barn: within-doors house The shocks. This piece-bright paling hides the Spouse Christ, and the mother of Christ and all his hallows.