STANZAS TO A LADY.
Reading edition
BY W. H. HERBERT
I.
How sweet the time, when morning's prime First brightens into day, And fields of dew from skies of blue Receive the glittering ray!
II.
More sweet the hour, when Passion's power First sways the yielding frame, And heart and soul, and mind and sense, Dissolve in Love's soft flame.
III.
Oh! sweet the light, that gilds the night From many a glorious star, And bright the beam, whose golden gleam The sun shoots forth afar!
IV.
But sweeter far than sun or star, The light of that dark eye, Whose dazzling glance and dreamy trance The shining spheres outvie.