So when the sun in bed, Curtain'd with cloudy red, Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.

The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.

There does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.

Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?

I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one.

She noted, more than once, that the meteor shower was happening, beyond the overcast sky, even if we could not see it. Who cares if she can kiss? She can see through the clouds.