 | Charles Knight - 1850 - 648 str.
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 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 str.
...As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 str.
...rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know .not; What is most like thee 7 From rainbow clouds there flow not » Drops so bright...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy... | |
 | 1852 - 318 str.
...when night is bare, From one lonely cloud, The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody . Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 str.
..., when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not; What is most like thee?...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy... | |
 | Clara Lucas Balfour - 1852 - 458 str.
...when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow'd. " What thou art we know not. What is most like thee...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. " Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1852 - 364 str.
...rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee T From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1853 - 378 str.
...As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not; What is most like thee...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy... | |
 | W H Cordeaux - 1853 - 118 str.
...As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine... | |
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What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. 
