Eaton Stannard Barrett

earthshine n.	1813 E. S. Barrett Heroine xvi And now day begins to decline; and your globe, which never sets to us, will soon shed her pale earthshine over the landscape. [...] Here, in our great pits, poetically called vallies, we retire from all moonly cares; or range through the meads of Cysatus of Gruemberget, and luxuriate in the coolness of the Conical Penumbra.