THE EARTH
  As the dissolving warmth of dawn may fold
  A half unfrozen dew-globe, green, and gold,
  And crystalline, till it becomes a wingèd mist,
  And wanders up the vault of the blue day,
  Outlives the noon, and on the sun's last ray
  Hangs o'er the sea, a fleece of fire and amethyst.

THE MOON
  Thou art folded, thou art lying
  In the light which is undying
  Of thine own joy, and heaven's smile divine;
  All suns and constellations shower
  On thee a light, a life, a power,
  Which doth array thy sphere; thou pourest thine
  On mine, on mine!

THE EARTH
  I spin beneath my pyramid of night
  Which points into the heavens, dreaming delight,
  Murmuring victorious joy in my enchanted sleep;
  As a youth lulled in love-dreams faintly sighing,
  Under the shadow of his beauty lying,
  Which round his rest a watch of light and warmth doth keep.