Bearing silken goods far o’er the sea,
Bringing back ingots of gold for me—
For me to seize and to bury deep
Where thousands of pearls and diamonds sleep
Scorn me! who dares? I tell thee now,
I’m monarch, and mine is the lordly brow.
Oh! all is beautiful, all is fair—
High Heaven, and earth, and sea, and air,
The sun, the moon, and the stars on high,
The clouds, the waters, and sands that lie