"O what an eve was that which ushered in The night that crowned the wish I cherished long! Heaven’s curtains oped to see the night begin, And infant winds broke lightly into song; Methought the hours in softly-swelling sound Wailed funeral dirges for the dying light; I seemed to stand upon a neutral ground Between the confines of the day and night; For o’er the east Night stretched her sable rod, And ranked her stars in glittering array, While, in the west, the golden twilight trod With [burning] crimsons on the verge of day. Bright bars of cloud formed in the glowing even A Jacob-ladder joining earth and heaven."