Look now! The crested waters sleep...

Look now! The crested waters sleep;

White stars their emerald twilight keep

Above the tryst of pensile glories

That kiss to purple-and-gold the deep.

Blossoms the rose red as its name;

The trees aspire to heaven, like flame;

Articulate the gold-eyed songsters;

While angels lean from their place of fame.

O sleep, sleep now, sleep silverly,

Radiant, divine, deep-bosomed sea!

Thy cradle rocks to skyey breathings,

Bright fall Love's shadows on you and me.