II

We wandered to the Pine Forest

      That skirts the Ocean's foam,

The lightest wind was in its nest,

      The tempest in its home.

The whispering waves were half asleep,

      The clouds were gone to play,

And on the bosom of the deep

      The smile of Heaven lay;

It seemed as if the hour were one

Sent from beyond the skies,

Which scattered from above the sun

A light of Paradise.