TO ********* ******.

I love to watch the twilight sky When in it glows the star of even, For then it seems that Love’s own eye Is looking kindly down from heaven; But oh, more deeply love I far, Than twilight sky or evening star, The soul-reflecting beam to view, That sweetly lights thine eye of blue. I love to watch the waving grain When o’er it floats the summer breeze; I love to view the rippling plain When winds are sporting on the seas; Yet love I more the smile divine Which flits across that face of thine, When o’er thy soul doth gently move The breathing joyousness of love. I love to read in Eastern lore, About the goddess-queens of old, So fair that Nature never more Could forms of equal beauty mould; Yet, more than all, I love to know There is not on this earth below, Nor in the deep, nor in the air, A form that can with thine compare. I love to hear the gentle swell Of music on the midnight air; I love to tread the lonely dell— I love the torrent-music there; But oh, more charming far to me Than music’s sweetest notes can be, Is that confiding, trembling tone, Which hangs upon thy lips alone.