Fragment: 'Twas not a mist, nor was it quite a cloud

'Twas not a mist, nor was it quite a cloud,
But it pass'd smoothly on towards the sea--
Smoothly and lightly between Earth and Heaven:
So, thin a cloud,
It scarce bedimm'd the star that shone behind it:
And Hesper now
Paus'd on the welkin blue, and cloudless brink,
A golden circlet! while the Star of Jove--
That other lovely star--high o'er my head
Shone whitely in the centre of his Haze
. . . one black-blue cloud
Stretch'd, like the heaven, o'er all the cope of Heaven.