Just above yon sandy bar,
        As the day grows fainter and dimmer,
Lonely and lovely, a single star
        Lights the air with a dusky glimmer

Into the ocean faint and far
        Falls the trail of its golden splendor,
And the gleam of that single star
        Is ever refulgent, soft, and tender.

Chrysaor, rising out of the sea,
        Showed thus glorious and thus emulous,
Leaving the arms of Callirrhoe,
        Forever tender, soft, and tremulous.

Thus o'er the ocean faint and far
        Trailed the gleam of his falchion brightly;
Is it a God, or is it a star
        That, entranced, I gaze on nightly!