Stretch, a shining sea of silver,
Toward an unseen, sunny shore.
Do you ask me whence the magic,
Thus transforming Nature’s face?
Listen to the quaint old legend
Grecia wove with matchless grace;—
How true-hearted Alcyone
Plunged despairing, ’neath the wave,
Her loved husband, Ceyx, joining,
In his lonely ocean grave.