Folded in slumber take their dewy ease,
And hushed is all the moaning of the seas,
Lulled by the magic of enchanting powers.
For then the green earth sleeps, and for a while
Forgets her sorrow, and her heaving breast
Is sunk in a deep calm and liquid rest.
And the still waters of the silver sea,
Bathed in the glory of the moon's cold smile,
Reflect the splendour of eternity.