Though winds are still, nor waves rejoice,
I speak to thee in silence’s voice.
What gives to us our hue of love,
This azure tint, below, above?
It is our depth, unseen, profound,
In shallow-hearted man ne’er found.”
The voice of the sea was hushed.
A fairy cloud the heavens brushed,
And tears of joy the sky was weeping,
Aroused the wavelets lightly sleeping,