Till through the sinking ocean, moun- Aloft in thy eternal smile they lie tains pierced, And then came forth the land whereon we dwell, Reared like a magic fane above the watery swell. Dazzling but cold; thy farewell glance looks there, And when below thy hues of beauty die Girt round them as a rosy belt, they bear Into the high dark vault a brow that still is fair. |