Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments.
How silent are the winds!
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!
I said that I loved the wise proverb, Brief, simple and deep; For it I'd exchange the great poem That sends us to sleep.