There be none of Beauty's daughters <br />With a magic like Thee; <br />And like music on the waters <br />Is thy sweet voice to me: <br />When, as if its sound were causing <br />The charméd ocean's pausing, <br />The waves lie still and gleaming, <br />And the lull'd winds seem dreaming: <br />And the midnight moon is weaving <br />Her bright chain o'er the deep, <br />Whose breast is gently heaving <br />As an infant's asleep: <br />So the spirit bows before thee <br />To listen and adore thee; <br />With a full but soft emotion, <br />Like the swell of Summer's ocean.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-be-none-of-beauty-s-daughters/
