On the river, glancing forward,
Till the laughing waves sprang upward,
Dancing in her smile of sunshine
Curling ev'ry dimpled ripple
As they sprang into the starlight;
As they clasp'd her charm'd reflection
Glowing to their silver bosoms—
As they whisper'd, "Fairest, fairest,
"Rest upon our crystal bosoms!"
And she straightway did according:—