Each shining light above us <br />Has its own peculiar grace; <br />But every light of heaven <br />Is in my darling's face. <br /> <br />For it is like the sunlight, <br />So strong and pure and warm, <br />That folds all good and happy things, <br />And guards from gloom and harm. <br /> <br />And it is like the moonlight, <br />So holy and so calm; <br />The rapt peace of a summer night, <br />When soft winds die in balm. <br /> <br />And it is like the starlight; <br />For, love her as I may, <br />She dwells still lofty and serene <br />In mystery far away.<br /><br />John Hay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-light-of-love/
