html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }'TIS when the rosy petals of the day
Are scattered softly on my chamber floor,
Chasing the shadows out night's dusky door,
I wake, and all the old desires that stay,
Locked up within my heart, new influence ply.
I part the casement and I seek the shore,
To greet my sweet beloved at morn once more,
And for a moment on her bosom lie.
There is no other face one half so kind!
There is no other eye so blue to me;
Nor yet a bosom that I e'er could find,
Filled with such moods and passions wild and free.
There is no fairer cheek kissed by the wind,
Than my first love's, that I love still—the Sea.