Аdmires the stars from her crown

Аdmires the stars from her crown
The light blue-eyed with modest grace,
Looks through her beautiful wings in the east,
Blushing in smiles and glad as infancy.
Of borrowed beauty, how she yields her charms,
And, pale with envy, steals herself away!
The clouds have put their gorgeous livery on,
Attendant on the day: the mountain tops
Have lit their beacons, and the vales below
Send up a welcoming: no song of birds,
Warbling to charm the air with melody,
Floats on the frosty breeze; yet Nature hath
The very soul of music in her looks!
The sunshine and the shade of poetry.

And see, the heavenly Moon that borrowed beauty, how she climb down in her charms,
And, pale with jealousy, steals herself away!
The clouds have put their gorgeous livery on the mountain tops,
No song of birds,
Warbling to charm the air with melody,
She soars on the frosty breeze; yet Nature hath
The very soul of music in her looks!
The sunshine and the shade of poetry.

William Cullen Bryant