Bright moonlight before my bed. At first I think the floor is all frost. I gaze up at the mountain moon, Then drop my head in a dream of home.
-- Li Po (701-762)
...See, Winter comes to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train? Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme, These, that exalt the soul to solemn thought And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms!