The Beach
The Moonbeams slept upon the Wave
Which scarce a wand'ring zephyr curl'd,
And with their silvery brightness gave
Dreams of a fairer, holier world.
The distant Isles their shadows threw,
Dark'ning the water's fair expanse,
While Nature's placid stillness drew
By witchery forth the Soul's romance.
A rapture o'er our spirits broke
Till that still hour unknown before,
And many a thought which love awoke
Was utter'd on that lovely shore.
For wild and lonely was the scene.
On which the sacred beams descended,
Rock, Isle and Wave, and Forest green,
In lights and shades were softly blended.
Along the pebbly Beach we stray'd,
And gazed upon the shining Sea,
And rais'd our eyes to Heaven, and pray'd
As bright and calm our lives might be.
The drowsy world had sought repose,
No wandering footstep lingered near
To check thy song, which sweetly rose
Like fairy music on the ear.
Your cheek was pillow'd on my breast,
My arm around you fondly clung,
And, as the Bird bends o'er its nest,
In hope and joy o'er thee I hung.
And from the glorious bright array
Which Nature spread before the sight,
Turn'd, half unconsciously away,
To watch your eye's unsullied light.
The Pilgrim, thus, 'midst fairest bowers,
One cherish'd, deep sensation feels,
Nor heeds the rich and fragrant flowers,
While to his guardian Saint he kneels.
The Moonbeams slept upon the Wave
Which scarce a wand'ring zephyr curl'd,
And with their silvery brightness gave
Dreams of a fairer, holier world.
The distant Isles their shadows threw,
Dark'ning the water's fair expanse,
While Nature's placid stillness drew
By witchery forth the Soul's romance.
A rapture o'er our spirits broke
Till that still hour unknown before,
And many a thought which love awoke
Was utter'd on that lovely shore.
For wild and lonely was the scene.
On which the sacred beams descended,
Rock, Isle and Wave, and Forest green,
In lights and shades were softly blended.
Along the pebbly Beach we stray'd,
And gazed upon the shining Sea,
And rais'd our eyes to Heaven, and pray'd
As bright and calm our lives might be.
The drowsy world had sought repose,
No wandering footstep lingered near
To check thy song, which sweetly rose
Like fairy music on the ear.
Your cheek was pillow'd on my breast,
My arm around you fondly clung,
And, as the Bird bends o'er its nest,
In hope and joy o'er thee I hung.
And from the glorious bright array
Which Nature spread before the sight,
Turn'd, half unconsciously away,
To watch your eye's unsullied light.
The Pilgrim, thus, 'midst fairest bowers,
One cherish'd, deep sensation feels,
Nor heeds the rich and fragrant flowers,
While to his guardian Saint he kneels.
Which scarce a wand'ring zephyr curl'd,
And with their silvery brightness gave
Dreams of a fairer, holier world.
The distant Isles their shadows threw,
Dark'ning the water's fair expanse,
While Nature's placid stillness drew
By witchery forth the Soul's romance.
A rapture o'er our spirits broke
Till that still hour unknown before,
And many a thought which love awoke
Was utter'd on that lovely shore.
For wild and lonely was the scene.
On which the sacred beams descended,
Rock, Isle and Wave, and Forest green,
In lights and shades were softly blended.
Along the pebbly Beach we stray'd,
And gazed upon the shining Sea,
And rais'd our eyes to Heaven, and pray'd
As bright and calm our lives might be.
The drowsy world had sought repose,
No wandering footstep lingered near
To check thy song, which sweetly rose
Like fairy music on the ear.
Your cheek was pillow'd on my breast,
My arm around you fondly clung,
And, as the Bird bends o'er its nest,
In hope and joy o'er thee I hung.
And from the glorious bright array
Which Nature spread before the sight,
Turn'd, half unconsciously away,
To watch your eye's unsullied light.
The Pilgrim, thus, 'midst fairest bowers,
One cherish'd, deep sensation feels,
Nor heeds the rich and fragrant flowers,
While to his guardian Saint he kneels.
The Moonbeams slept upon the Wave
Which scarce a wand'ring zephyr curl'd,
And with their silvery brightness gave
Dreams of a fairer, holier world.
The distant Isles their shadows threw,
Dark'ning the water's fair expanse,
While Nature's placid stillness drew
By witchery forth the Soul's romance.
A rapture o'er our spirits broke
Till that still hour unknown before,
And many a thought which love awoke
Was utter'd on that lovely shore.
For wild and lonely was the scene.
On which the sacred beams descended,
Rock, Isle and Wave, and Forest green,
In lights and shades were softly blended.
Along the pebbly Beach we stray'd,
And gazed upon the shining Sea,
And rais'd our eyes to Heaven, and pray'd
As bright and calm our lives might be.
The drowsy world had sought repose,
No wandering footstep lingered near
To check thy song, which sweetly rose
Like fairy music on the ear.
Your cheek was pillow'd on my breast,
My arm around you fondly clung,
And, as the Bird bends o'er its nest,
In hope and joy o'er thee I hung.
And from the glorious bright array
Which Nature spread before the sight,
Turn'd, half unconsciously away,
To watch your eye's unsullied light.
The Pilgrim, thus, 'midst fairest bowers,
One cherish'd, deep sensation feels,
Nor heeds the rich and fragrant flowers,
While to his guardian Saint he kneels.
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