I.
Ah! whither fli’est thou, fair retiring light—
Why fade those rays that shone ’ere while so bright?
Now o’er the wave thy sinking glories stream,
And now---ah now!---we lose thy latest beam.
II.
Dost thou to Neptune’s pearly courts repair,
And view the lovely Nereids sporting there;
With thy fair beams illume the coral groves,
Where Triton’s wander and where Thetis roves.