A BEAM upon the myrtle fell <br />From dewy evening's purest sky, <br />'Twas like the glance I love so well, <br />Dear Eva, from thy moonlight eye. <br /> <br />I looked around the summer grove, <br />On every tree its lustre shone; <br />For all had felt that look of love <br />The silly myrtle deemed its own. <br /> <br />Eva! behold thine image there, <br />As fair, as false thy glances fall; <br />But who the worthless smile would share <br />That sheds its light alike on all.<br /><br />Joseph Rodman Drake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-eva-2/
