Below the tide. 
 Thus did he yield me in the shady night  
     A wondrous and instructive light, 
 Which taught me that under our feet there is,  
     As o’er our heads, a place of bliss. 
  
 To the same purpose; he, not long before  
     Brought home from nurse, going to the door  
        To do some little thing  
        He must not do within,  
              With wonder cries,  
              As in the skies 
 He saw the moon, O yonder is the moon  
     Newly come after me to town, 
 That shin’d at Lugwardin but yesternight,