Soft as yon silver ray, that sleeps Upon the ocean's trembling tide; Soft as the air, that lightly sweeps Yon sail, that swells in stately pride: Soft as the surge's stealing note, That dies along the distant shores, Or warbled strain, that sinks remote— So soft the sigh my bosom pours! True as the wave to Cynthia's ray, True as the vessel to the breeze, True as the soul to music's sway, Or music to Venetian seas: Soft as yon silver beams, that sleep Upon the ocean's trembling breast; So soft, so true, fond Love shall weep, So soft, so true, with @3thee@1 shall rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR DEVIL! by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEN AND NOW by CECIL DAY LEWIS CHAMBER MUSIC: 9 by JAMES JOYCE |