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GeorgeGordon Byron : Stanzas for Music

There be none of Beauty’s daughters
	With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
	Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmed ocean’s pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lull’d winds seem dreaming:

And the midnight moon is weaving
	Her bright chain o’er the deep;
Whose breast is gently heaving,
	As an infant’s asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee,
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of Summer’s ocean. 

GeorgeGordon Byron (1788-1824)	P. 1815

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