To a Lady, LX

And still I gaz’d upon the sun! It was that old familiar one! And I remember’d how it seem’d, When daily, o’er the earth, he beam’d. For I had often seen him rise In splendor up the golden skies, With varied clouds, around to curl, Like hues that paint the mother-pearl. And I remember’d, true and well, His glory, o’er the Ocean’s swell, When oft, beneath his path of fire, The sea’s calm bosom would respire, Or bid each foam-capp’d ocean sprite Leap up, and clap his wild delight.