Whilst the moon decks herself in Neptune's gla** And ponders over her image in the sea, Her cloudy locks smoothing from off her face That she may all as bright as beauty be; It is my wont to sit upon the shore And mark with what an even grace she glides Her two concurrent paths of azure o'er, One in the heavens, the other in the tides: Now with a transient veil her face she hides And ocean blackens with a human frown; Now her fine screen of vapour she divides And looks with all her light of beauty down; Her splendid smile over-silvering the main Spreads her the gla** she looks into again.