Stanzas for Music: None of Beauty's Daughters

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 lulled 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.