Floating on fabled seas,
Nothing in Nature, and nothing in song,
Match with the magic smile,
Which, from thine own sweet isle,
Hushes the heaving wave all the year long.
Summer and youthful Spring,
Blooming and blossoming,
Hand-in-hand, sister-like, stray thro’ the clime;
There thou wert born, amid
Fruits colored like thee, hid