Loud was the lightsome tumult on the shore,[184]

Oft Music changed, but never ceased her tone,

And timely echoed back the measured oar,

And rippling waters made a pleasant moan:

The Queen of tides on high consenting shone,

And when a transient breeze swept o'er the wave,

'Twas, as if darting from her heavenly throne,

A brighter glance her form reflected gave,

Till sparkling billows seemed to light the banks they lave.