On the Parthenopean isle,
To dim his red nocturnal torch,
Ne’er prayed more fervently thy smile.
The dripping trees in verdure drest,
The rosy light, and eastern wind,
Dispel the larvæ, which infest
The slumbers of the troubled mind.
O Power divine! my spirit keep
From deeds of darkness ever clear,
Lest unto me the realms of Sleep