By the Feal's wave benighted, br No star in the skies, br To thy door by Love lighted, br I first saw those eyes. br Some voice whisper'd o'er me, br As the threshold I cross'd, br There was ruin before me, br If I loved, I was lost. br br Love came, and brought sorrow br Too soon in his train; br Yet so sweet, that to-morrow br 'Twere welcome again. br Though misery's full measure br My portion should be, br I would drain it with pleasure, br If pour'd out by thee. br br You, who call it dishonour br To bow to this flame, br If you've eyes, look but on her, br And blush while you blame. br Hath the pearl less whiteness br Because of its birth? br Hath the violet less brightness br For growing near earth? br br No -- Man for his glory br To ancestry flies; br But Woman's bright story br Is told in her eyes.