Dark Ocean quenched her light, and now no more
I see this island in the salt sea-fen,
And think what joy, what love I had of yore.
’Twas summer then and glorious afternoon,
And now ’tis autumn and a dusky eve;
Night rushes swiftly o’er the pale lagoon,
The wet seaweed and lapping waters weave
A mournful song together, and I walk
Beneath the solemn cypress-trees alone;
High overhead the tinkling poplars talk