Inapoi

Stanzas for Music

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 charmed 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.