Roderick at Cangas

Robert Southey

How calmly gliding through the dark-blue sky
The midnight moon ascends! Her placid beams
Through thinly scattered leaves and boughs grotesque
Mottle with mazy shades the orchard slope;
Here, o'er the chestnut's fretted foliage gray
And massy, motionless they spread; here shine
Upon the crags, deepening with blacker night
Their chasms; and there the glittering argentry
Ripples and glances on the confluent streams.
A lovelier, purer light than that of day
Rests on the hills; and 0, how awfully
Into that deep and tranquil firmament
The summits of Auseva rise serene!
The watchman on the battlements partakes
The stillness of the solemn hour; he feels
The silence of the earth, the endless sound
Of flowing water soothes him, and the stars.
Which in that brightest moonlight wellnigh quenched
Scarce visible, as in the utmost depth
Of yonder sapphire infinite, are seen.
Draw on with elevating influence
Toward eternity the attempered mind.