And, glittering from the depths, the evening star
Gleams solitary through the silent air.
Westward, and sparkling under purest skies,
Foams on the long, low reef the line of white;
And towards the north, o’er seas of crystal light,
The gathering mist of deepening purple flies.
The mountains redden still with sunset fire,
Soft dies the plaintive breeze in murmurs low,
And, each to each linked in their gentle flow,
The waves roll calmly shoreward and expire.