O lilt of leaves! O song of sea!

O mingled thrillful harmony!

Now sweet, now sad, it seems to me.

This touching, tender, minor key.

To such rare music would I sing,

The while I in the hammock swing!

Ah! could the Rhymer but impart

The magic of the Poet's art,

In order that this Leaf might be

A triumph of bright minstrelsy!