See yonder fire! It is the moon slow rising o'er the eastern hill. It glimmers on the forest tips, and through the dewy foliage drips In little rivulets of light, and makes the heart in love with night.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Edwin Edwards (1871). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Edited, with a Critical Memoir, by W. M. Rossetti. Illustrated ... by E. Edwards”, p.165
