They know not my heart, who believe there can be <br />One stain of this earth in its feelings for thee; <br />Who think, while I see thee in beauty's young hour, <br />As pure as the morning's first dew on the flower, <br />I could harm what I love, -- as the sun's wanton ray <br />But smiles on the dew-drop to waste it away. <br /> <br />No -- beaming with light as those young features are, <br />There's a light round thy heart which is lovelier far: <br />It is not that cheek -- 'tis the soul dawning clear <br />Through its innocent blush makes thy beauty so dear: <br />As the sky we look up to, though glorious and fair, <br />Is look'd up to the more, because Heaven lies there!<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-know-not-my-heart/
