So sweet the hour—so calm the time,

I feel it more than half a crime

When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,

To mar the silence ev'n with lute.

At rest on ocean's brilliant dies

An image of Elysium lies:

Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,

Form in the deep another seven:

Endymion nodding from above

Sees in the sea a second love:

Within the valleys dim and brown,

And on the spectral mountains' crown

The wearied light is lying down:

And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky