By the brightness of the morning ray, <br /> By the deepest shades of night— <br />Thy beauty has not pass'd away; <br /> 'Tis ever in my sight. <br /> <br />No sorrow e'er can light on me— <br /> But when, beloved, we part, <br />My thoughts are bounded all in thee, <br /> Thou Lote-tree* of my heart.<br /><br />Louisa Stuart Costello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eastern-song/
