Broken by the ever-restless waves, which made
A thousand points of liquid brilliancy.
And in the beauty of still, hallowed night
Beside the plashing sandy shore, we met
In happiness. Each whispering of the wind,
Each tremulous leaf, and even the sleeping flowers
Seem’d breathing “Love” in tender unison,
And the sphered star in Heaven sang that word.
Dost thou remember how from out the grass,
I plucked a gentle flow’ret by that shore,