I think of thee when the moonbeams play
On the placid water's face;
For thus thy blue eyes' lustrous ray
Shone with resembling grace.

I think of thee when the snowy swan
Glides calmly down the stream;
Its plumes the breezes scarcely fan,
Awed by their radiant gleam.

For thus I've seen the loud winds hush
To pass thy beauty by,
With soft caress and playful rush
'Mid thy bright tresses fly.

And I have seen the wild birds sail
In rings thy head above,
While thou hast stood like lily pale
Unknowing of their love.

Oh! For the day when once again 
Mine eyes will gaze on thee;
But an ocean vast, a sounding main, 
And ever howling sea,
Roll on between
With their billows green,
High tost tempestuously.