Such a change, every ripple seemed laughing and glad,
Such a dazzling and glancing of golden and blue,
I wondered it e'er could seem slumbering or sad.
"Sweet, when I had met thee the charms were united,
The snow of that morn of that evening the glow
On thy cheek and thy brow,—Oh, I would they were plighted
To me, as they were 'twixt the sun and the snow!
"And the laughter of ocean I saw in thine eyes,
When a light from within had enkindled the flame,—
How I wished I knew what might be worthy the prize