Along the margin of a bay;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
"The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed, and gazed, but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought;
"For oft, when on my couch I lie