O Fair and stately maid, whose eye <br />Was kindled in the upper sky <br />At the same torch that lighted mine; <br />For so I must interpret still <br />Thy sweet dominion o'er my will, <br />A sympathy divine. <br /> <br />Ah! let me blameless gaze upon <br />Features that seem in heart my own, <br />Nor fear those watchful sentinels <br />Which charm the more their glance forbids, <br />Chaste glowing underneath their lids <br />With fire that draws while it repels. <br /> <br />Thine eyes still shined for me, though far <br />I lonely roved the land or sea, <br />As I behold yon evening star, <br />Which yet beholds not me. <br /> <br />This morn I climbed the misty hill, <br />And roamed the pastures through; <br />How danced thy form before my path, <br />Amidst the deep-eyed dew! <br /> <br />When the red bird spread his sable wing, <br />And showed his side of flame, <br />When the rose-bud ripened to the rose, <br />In both I read thy name.<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-eva/
