The Shepherd, Looking Eastward, Softly Said "Bright Is Thy Veil, O Moon, As Thou Art Bright!" Forthwith, That Little Cloud, In Ether Spread And Penetrated All With Tender Light, She Cast Away, And Showed Her Fulgent Head Uncovered; Dazzling The Beholder'S Sight As If To Vindicate Her Beauty'S Right Her Beauty Thoughtlessly Disparaged. Meanwhile That Veil, Removed Or Thrown Aside, Went Floating From Her, Darkening As It Went; And A Huge Mass, To Bury Or To Hide, Approached This Glory Of The Firmament; Who Meekly Yields, And Is Obscured Content With One Calm Triumph Of A Modest Pride.