text:  Forth he went-- The noon from midnight's azure tent Shone down and with serenest light Flooded the windless plains of night; The lake in its clear mirror show'd Each little star that twinkling glow'd; Aspens that quiver with a breath Were stirless in that hush of death; The birds were nestled in their bowers; The dewdrops glitter'd on the flowers; Almost it seem'd as pitying Heaven A while its sinless calm had given To lower regions lest despair Should make abode for ever there; So tranquil--so serene--so bright-- Brooded o'er earth the wings of night