My darling, we sat together,
We two, in our frail boat;
The night was calm o'er the wide sea Whereon we were afloat. The Specter-Island, the lovely,
Lay dim in the moon's mild glance;
There sounded sweetest music,
There waved the shadowy dance. It sounded sweeter and sweeter,
It waved there to and fro;
But we slid past forlornly Upon the great sea-flow.
