O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur'd for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,--at which my soul aches to think,-- Intoxicated with eternity.

Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean

Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.

Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.

'Twas strange that one so young should thus concern His brain about the action of the sky; If you think 'twas philosophy that this did, I can't help thinking puberty assisted.

Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste.