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 charméd ocean's pausing, br The waves lie still and gleaming, br And the lull'd winds seem dreaming: 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.