• in board daylight , and at noon yesterday i thought the moon sailing high,but faint and white as a school boy perfect kite
    in board daylight , yesterday i read a poets mystic lay;and it seemd to me at most as a phantom,or a ghost
    but at length feverish day like a poisin diedway,and the night,serene and still fell on the village, fale and hill.then the moon , in all here her pride like a spirrit glorified filled and over floored the night with revolution of here light.and the poets song again passed like music throught my brain night entoropting to me all its gras and mystery.
    thnx ^.^.^.^.^.^.^.^.^.^