Maid of my love! sweet Genevieve! <br />In beauty's light you glide along; <br />Your eye is like the star of eve, <br />And sweet your voice, as seraph's song. <br />Yet not your heavenly beauty gives <br />This heart with passion soft to glow: <br />Within your soul a voice there lives! <br />It bids you hear the tale of woe. <br />When sinking low the suff'rer wan <br />Beholds no hand outstretched to save, <br />Fair, as the bosom of the swan <br />That rises graceful o'er the wave, <br />I've seen your breast with pity heave <br />And therefore love I you, sweet Genevieve!<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/genevieve-2/
