Earth at Night

Through pale bright seas the dark hull earth
Floats with her outlined hills,
The Moon a blossom on her spars,
The Clouds her billowing sails.

What crystal Wind rolls her along,
What chains that silver bloom
Above her mountain masts so high
Where blows no storm or calm?

Dark hull and silver lamp move not,
Rocks cut in that still wind;
Moon-blossom, and Shadow set with gems
To us who stand between.

A wind, unglittering, holds the stars
In music cold and keen,
Revolving spheres around us wheel,
Locked in a crystal scene.