Suddenly the mists of night,
Gath’ring round the Happy Islands,
Hid them from his anxious sight.
“Then all through that weary midnight
Stayed he waiting for the dawn,
But when day broke, lo! the Islands
With the mists of night had gone.
“From that day thou know’st he languished,
And could take nor food nor rest,
For he aye was thinking, thinking