“The soft low plash of waves upon the shore,
Mariners’ voices singing out at sea,
The sighing of the wind that evermore
Chants to my spirit mystic melody,—
These are the mingling sounds I vaguely hear
As o’er the darkening misty main I gaze,
Where one fair planet, warmly bright and clear,
Pours from its heart a rain of silver rays.
“O patient Star of Love! in yon pale sky
What absolute serenity is thine!