STRANGE! that one lightly whispered tone <br />Is far, far sweeter unto me, <br />Than all the sounds that kiss the earth, <br />Or breathe along the sea; <br />But, lady, when thy voice I greet, <br />Not heavenly music seems so sweet. <br /> <br />I look upon the fair blue skies, <br />And naught but empty air I see; <br />But when I turn me to thin eyes, <br />It seemeth unto me <br />Ten thousand angels spread their wings <br />Within those little azure rings. <br /> <br />The lily bath the softest leaf <br />That ever western breeze bath fanned, <br />But thou shalt have the tender flower, <br />So I may take thy hand; <br />That little hand to me doth yield <br />More joy than all the broidered field. <br /> <br />O lady! there be many things <br />That seem right fair, below, above; <br />But sure not one among them all <br />Is half so sweet as love;-- <br />Let us not pay our vows alone, <br />But join two altars both in one.<br /><br />Oliver Wendell Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stanzas-9/
