Far, far o'er the depths of that shimm'ring blue sea,

The drops trickle slowly so sought for by thee;

Enwrapt by the jealous embrace of the deep,

A lake without sky, without motion doth sleep.

Though distant, and hidden the shrine of the cave

By the busy bright waters its entrance that lave,

Yet only the touch of an innocent maiden

Can e'er give effect to those drops virtue-laden.

At midnight a ray shall illumine the portal

All sombre and silent, ne'er threaded by mortal.