Is changed from gold to deepest blue,
The sun has sunk to cool his brow,
And all is soft and soothing now!
The shades of evening slowly creep,
As o'er the eyelid falleth sleep,
Advancing so insensibly
Its soft approaches none may see.
And sweet the vesper star appears,
Like beauty's eye just washed in tears;
And gently floats the zephyr by,
Like bashful maiden's timid sigh;
And unperceived the dewy shower
On bush and brake, on field and flower,
Descending, maketh all things fair—
As if a spirit scattered there,
In playful mood, the brightest gems
Of loftier angels' diadems.—
Attended by the ruffian band
Has fair Nuleeni reached the strand,
And like a sea-nymph there she smiles
While gazing on those rocky isles
Which frown like tyrants proud—and she,
In scarce a moment more, will be
Upon those crags so bleak and bare—
The only flower that blossomed there !—
"Our charge is safe—unmoor the boat—
Now swiftly o'er the billows pass."—
The wind is up, the bark afloat,
And oars have broke the watery glass.
The rugged crew now rudely sing
In triumph for the prize they bring;
Such music wild the tempest wakes
When wrathful from his cave he breaks.