There be none of Beauty's daughters br With a magic like thee; br And like music on the waters br Is thy sweet voice to me: br When, as if its sound were causing br The charmed Ocean's pausing, br The waves lie still and gleaming, br And the lulled winds seem dreaming: br br And the midnight Moon is weaving br Her bright chain o'er the deep; br Whose breast is gently heaving, br As an infant's asleep: br So the spirit bows before thee, br To listen and adore thee; br With a full but soft emotion, br Like the swell of Summer's ocean.