Sans bruit, sous le miroir des lacs profonds et calmes,
Le cygne chasse l'onde avec ses larges palmes,
Et glisse. Le duvet de ses flancs est pareil
A des neiges d'avril qui croulent au soleil ; ...
Her nature is the sea's, that smiles to-night
A radiant maiden in the moon's soft light;
The unsuspecting seaman sets his sails,
Forgetful of the fury of her gales;
To-morrow, mad with storms, the ocean roars,
And o'er his hapless wreck the flood she pours!