  O sun, with thy ardent glance, Thou hast made my darling flush! But the swarthier tints enhance The charms of her modest blush. Thou hast lent thy warmth and light To the gleam of her melting eyes, Till a glance in their depths so bright Seems a peep into Paradise. O sea, with thy great white arms, Thou hast stolen my love from me! Thou hast clasped to thy breast her charms; She has rested her head on thee. Thou hast tangled her silken hair, And kissed her face and her lips— Ah! Love, he is false! Beware Of that spoiler of men and ships! |
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