Dwells on thy pictured loveliness, that lay
Floats thus o’er fancy’s ear; and thus to thee,
Daughter of sunshine! doth the Syren sing.
“Thine is the glad wave’s flashing play,
Thine is the laugh of the golden day—
The golden day, and the glorious night,
And the vine with its clusters all bathed in light!
—Forget, forget, that thou art not free!
Queen of the Summer sea.
“Favour’d and crown’d of the earth and sky!