With these two kisses on thine eyes br I melt thy sleep away—arise! br For look, my love, Phœbus his golden hand br Hath laid upon the white mane of the sea, br And springing from the fresh brine gloriously, br He glances keen o'er the long level strand. br Now come his horses up, all snorting fire, br The lovely morning hours, hymning their choir br Of triumph, circle round the royal sun, br And the bright pageant of the day's begun. br Come, let me lock in mine thy hand, br And pace we with swift feet this smooth and sparkling sand. br See, how the swollen ridges of the waves br Curl into crystal caves, br Rising and rounding, br Rolling, rebounding, br Echoing, resounding, br And running into curves of creamy spray, br Mark, with white wavy lines, the far-indented bay. br The little bark, that, by the sheltering shore, br Folded her wings, and rocked herself to sleep, br Shakes out her pinions to the breeze once more, br And, like a swallow, dips, and skims the deep.