Here Vaughan lies dead, whose name flows on for ever Through pastures of the spirit washed with dew And starlit with eternities unknown.

-Sassoon, Siegfried Louvain
  The Heart'sJourney, pt.23,'At the Grave of HenryVaughan'.

A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains All that man is, All mere complexities The fury and the mire of human veins.

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'Byzantium', stanza1. Collected in TheWinding Stair and Other Poems (1933).