HOW sweet to mark the softened ray, O'er the ocean lightly play; Now no more the billows rave, Clear and tranquil is the wave; While I view the vessel glide, O'er the calm cerulean tide. Now might fays, and fairy bands, Assemble on these "yellow sands;" For this the hour, as poets tell, That oft they leave the flowery cell, And lead the sportive dance along, While spirits pour the choral song. The moonbeam sheds a lustre pale, And trembles on the distant sail; And now the silvery clouds arise, To veil the radiance of the skies; But soon I view the light serene, Gild again the lovely scene. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LACHIN Y GAIR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CASTLE RUINS by WILLIAM BARNES THE BIRD FANCIER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE BAR VERSUS THE DOCKET by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD SONNET by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |