VENUS has lit her silver lamp br Low in the purple West, br Casting a soft and mellow light br Upon the sea’s full breast; br In one clear path—as if to guide br Some pale, wayfaring guest. br br Far out, far out the restless bar br Starts from a troubled sleep, br Where, roaring through the narrow straits, br The meeting waters leap; br But still that shining pathway leads br Across the lonely deep.