Argent's colour silver be
Like to the sun upon the sea
Viewed from a station on a mountain high
When the moon did rise I heaved a sigh
Even as the twilight I had endured
To see if love's longing so might not be cured
I'd waited thus upon this peak
Throughout the compass of a week
Ere I begun twas my resolve
If this my sojourn did not solve
The doubtful passion that is all pain
To let the swallowing sea be my perpetual bane
Master of Laughter, let thy dancing feet
Patter in swift and irresistible mirth
Holding their bright, melodic beat
Up before the eyes of all on earth
A crystal which maketh in all clarity
Twixt joy and pain profound disparity
Echoing day's end and night's dawn
Which though they be the same, laugh sameness to scorn