Responsive to the cadence sweet,
That breathes along the moonlight scene!
“And soft the music of the main
Rings from the motley tortoise-shell,
While moonbeams, o’er the watery plain,
Seem trembling in its fitful swell.
“Through the green meads beneath the sea,
Enamoured, we shall fondly stray—
Then, gentle warrior, dwell with me,
And leave the Maid of Colonsay!”—