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...OUT WHERE THE WEST BEGINS by ARTHUR CHAPMAN HER LIKENESS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK TO AN INSECT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES AIRLY BEACON by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE LONG HILL by SARA TEASDALE MICHAEL ANGELO by AUGUSTE BARBIER TWO SONNETS: 1. CHRIST AND LOVE'S ROSE-CROWN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |