FAIR as the night—when all the astral fires <br /> Of heaven are burning in the clear expanse, <br /> My love is; and her eyes like star-depths glance <br />Lustrous with glowing thoughts and pure desires, <br />And that mysterious pathos which inspires <br /> All moods divine in mortal passion’s trance— <br /> All that its earthly music doth enhance <br />As with the rapture of seraphic lyres! <br />I gaze upon her till the atmosphere <br /> Sweetens intensely, and to my charmed sight <br />All fair associated forms appear <br /> Swimming in joy, as swim yon orbs in light— <br />And all sweet sounds, though common to mine ear, <br /> Chime up like silver-wingèd dreams in flight. <br /> <br /><br /><br />Charles Harpur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-similitude/
