There be none of Beauty's daughters
Lord Byron · 1816
Public domain
From The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave. Lord Byron. The text is free of copyright in the United States. This copy is the poem, without the Project Gutenberg header.
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.