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 charmed Ocean's pausing, <br />The waves lie still and gleaming, <br />And the lulled winds seem dreaming: <br /> <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/stanzas-for-music/
