The stars are quenched 35 In darkness, and the pure and Spangling snow Gleams faintly through the gloom that gathers round!
"The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume III"
Percy Bysshe Shelley Edited by Thomas Hutchinson, M. A.
The gray morn Dawns on the mournful scene; the sulphurous smoke Before the icy wind slow rolls away, 60 And the bright beams of frosty morning dance Along the Spangling snow.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume III"
Percy Bysshe Shelley Edited by Thomas Hutchinson, M. A.
The Spangling stars made the arch of the sky like some gorgeous chancel in a cathedral as vast as life and time.
"Northern Lights"
Gilbert Parker