By the Feal's wave benighted, <br />No star in the skies, <br />To thy door by Love lighted, <br />I first saw those eyes. <br />Some voice whisper'd o'er me, <br />As the threshold I cross'd, <br />There was ruin before me, <br />If I loved, I was lost. <br /> <br />Love came, and brought sorrow <br />Too soon in his train; <br />Yet so sweet, that to-morrow <br />'Twere welcome again. <br />Though misery's full measure <br />My portion should be, <br />I would drain it with pleasure, <br />If pour'd out by thee. <br /> <br />You, who call it dishonour <br />To bow to this flame, <br />If you've eyes, look but on her, <br />And blush while you blame. <br />Hath the pearl less whiteness <br />Because of its birth? <br />Hath the violet less brightness <br />For growing near earth? <br /> <br />No -- Man for his glory <br />To ancestry flies; <br />But Woman's bright story <br />Is told in her eyes. <br />While the Monarch but traces <br />Through mortals his line, <br />Beauty, born of the Graces, <br />Ranks next to Divine!<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desmond-s-song/
