And vacant on the rippling waves doth look,
That peaceful still 'twixt bitterest foemen flow.
The beauty of the sea and night in this:
The moon is up; by Heaven a lovely eve!
Long streams of light o'er dancing waves expand....
How softly on the Spanish shore she plays,
Disclosing rock, and slope, and forest brown
Distinct....
Bending o'er the vessel's laving side
To gaze on Dian's wave-reflected sphere.