How the genial colours warm us?

How the gay deceptions charm us?

The objects here advancing nigh

As with brighter tints they bloom---

There receding from the eye

As suffus’d with deeper gloom;

And, while here to bound the scene,

Their tops half-blended with the skies,

The misty mountains intervene,

130 Or rocks in dim confusion rise;

There the wild ocean terminates the view;

It’s green waves mingling with th’ æthereal blue---