To delight me, no sunset, no evening, no night:
"But the evening would come, and with evening a glow
So rosy and glorious and delicate shone,
Bright Phœbus, I vowed, must be wooing the snow,
And I envied the sweet bridal blush he had won.
"I had gazed on the ocean so calm and serene,
The breezes seemed hushed to be watching her sleep:
I whispered, could mortal imagine a scene
More sweet than the peacefully slumbering deep?
"But the sun shining forth, on a sudden there grew