| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 272. Moonlight in Italy |
| | | By Elizabeth Clementine Kinney |
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| THERE ’S not a breath the dewy leaves to stir; | |
| There ’s not a cloud to spot the sapphire sky; | |
| All Nature seems a silent worshipper: | |
| While saintly Dian, with great, argent eye, | |
| Looks down as lucid from the depths on high | 5 |
| As she to Earth were Heaven’s interpreter; | |
| Each twinkling little star shrinks back, too shy | |
| Its lesser glory to obtrude by her | |
| Who fills the concave and the world with light; | |
| And ah! the human spirit must unite | 10 |
| In such a harmony of silent lays, | |
| Or be the only discord in this night, | |
| Which seems to pause for vocal lips to raise | |
| The sense of worship into uttered praise. | |
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