Music On The Water

Lutes and voices down th' enchanted woods

Steal, and compose the oar-forgotten floods,

While Evening's solemn bird melodious weeps,

Heard, by star-spotted bays, beneath the steeps;

Slow glides the sail along th' illumined shore,

And steals into the shade the lazy oar.

Soft bosoms breathe around contagious sighs

And amourous music on the water dies.