Stanzas For Music There Be None Of Beautys Daughters

There be none of Beauty's

With a magic like Thee;

And like music on the

Is thy sweet voice to me:

When, as if its sound were

The charméd ocean's pausing,

The waves lie still and gleaming,

And the lull'd winds seem dreaming:

And the midnight moon is

Her bright chain o'er the deep,

Whose breast is gently

As an infant's asleep:

So the spirit bows before

To listen and adore thee;

With a full but soft emotion,

Like the swell of Summer's ocean.