Classic Poem

How gentle the water's motion,—
How silent the silver sea!
The moonbeam sleeps on the ocean,
How calmly and peacefully!

My bark, on the mirror gliding,
Seems borne by spirits along,
Or in tremulous stillness riding,
Deep fixed by the siren's song.

Bright quivers the sea before me,
Like gush of furnace in flow;
The stars are glittering o'er me,—
Bright glitter the stars below.

What voice faint uttered is stealing
In silence along the sea?
It wakes my inmost feeling;—
Thou fairest, it leads me to thee.