Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.
I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.
There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.