May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees... The first (-sixth) 'Standard' reader - Page 282 by James Stuart Laurie - 1863 Full view - About this book
...lament that "this looseness occurs time and again." After quoting this further passage from the poem, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to...widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are paved with the moon...