The Sun cried to the laughing Sea,
"Leave thy sweet wiling!
Hast thou no depths of love in thee,
Too deep for smiling?"
But ever, till the day was done,
The Sea turned laughing to the Sun.
But in the darkness and the storm,
Could he discover
What terrors toss, what fears deform H
His laughing lover?
Oh! vainly love prays love be sad,
When his mere presence makes her glad.
