Monday, October 26, 2009
There Be None Of Beauty's Daughters, by: George Gordon Byron - (1788-1824)
- There be none of Beauty's daughters
- With a magic like Thee;
- And like music on the waters
- Is thy sweet voice to me:
- When, as if its sound were causing
- The charméd ocean's pausing,
- The waves lie still and gleaming,
- And the lull'd winds seem dreaming:
- And the midnight moon is weaving
- Her bright chain o'er the deep,
- Whose breast is gently heaving
- As an infant's asleep:
- So the spirit bows before thee
- To listen and adore thee;
- With a full but soft emotion,
- Like the swell of Summer's ocean.
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