The lily's perfume pure, fame's crown of light, <br />The latest murmur of departing day, <br />Fond friendship's plaint, that melts at piteous sight, <br />The mystic farewell of each hour at flight, <br />The kiss which beauty grants with coy delay,-- <br /> <br />The sevenfold scarf that parting storms bestow <br />As trophy to the proud, triumphant sun; <br />The thrilling accent of a voice we know, <br />The love-enthralled maiden's secret vow, <br />An infant's dream, ere life's first sands be run,-- <br /> <br />The chant of distant choirs, the morning's sigh, <br />Which erst inspired the fabled Memnon's frame,-- <br />The melodies that, hummed, so trembling die,-- <br />The sweetest gems that 'mid thought's treasures lie, <br />Have naught of sweetness that can match HER NAME! <br /> <br />Low be its utterance, like a prayer divine, <br />Yet in each warbled song be heard the sound; <br />Be it the light in darksome fanes to shine, <br />The sacred word which at some hidden shrine, <br />The selfsame voice forever makes resound! <br /> <br />O friends! ere yet, in living strains of flame, <br />My muse, bewildered in her circlings wide, <br />With names the vaunting lips of pride proclaim, <br />Shall dare to blend the _one_, the purer name, <br />Which love a treasure in my breast doth hide,-- <br /> <br />Must the wild lay my faithful harp can sing, <br />Be like the hymns which mortals, kneeling, hear; <br />To solemn harmonies attuned the string, <br />As, music show'ring from his viewless wing, <br />On heavenly airs some angel hovered near.<br /><br />Victor Marie Hugo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beloved-name/