E'en the fair Orb.

E'en the fair orb on which I gaze

Suggests thy radiance by its rays:

That silvery, soft, and dreamy light,

So soft, and yet so beauteous bright,

Falling in glowing tints so faint,—

The hues which artists love to paint;

Around whose sphere the fancies claim

That angels float, and fan the flame:

The lover's choice, it doth belong

To lover's lute and poet's song.

That light, though native to the skies,

Is all reflected in thine eyes.