And why lights her eye with a radiant smile
As the moonbeam falls soft on that little boat?
A fairy thing it seems to be,
It glides o’er the wave so silently;
And like such sprites of witching power
It vanished beneath a shadowy tower,
As its slender side lost the moonbeam’s ray,
Nor left it one trace of its liquid way.
That maiden who sat in the castled isle
Scanned that little boat with no idle gaze;