To ——— ———
IDO not love thee, yet why does thy calm
Sweet smile forever haunt my dreams, and why
Do thy dark eyes beam gloriously on mine
Like bright stars from the midnight heaven of sleep
No tone of sweetest music ever falls
Upon my ear at gentle eve but breathes
The music of thy voice; no silver wave
E'er murmurs at my feet but seems to glass
Thy face and form; no lovely blossom springs
Beside my lonely pathway but exhales
The perfume of thy breath.
Sweet smile forever haunt my dreams, and why
Do thy dark eyes beam gloriously on mine
Like bright stars from the midnight heaven of sleep
No tone of sweetest music ever falls
Upon my ear at gentle eve but breathes
The music of thy voice; no silver wave
E'er murmurs at my feet but seems to glass
Thy face and form; no lovely blossom springs
Beside my lonely pathway but exhales
The perfume of thy breath.
