As are the stars beyond
Aught compass or control,
As glittering diamond,
So thy pure soul.
As doth the throstle tell
His mystery complete,
Such is thy subtle spell,
Yet oh! how sweet!
So cam’st thou unto me
Love’s mystic wand to wield;
As are the stars beyond
Aught compass or control,
As glittering diamond,
So thy pure soul.
As doth the throstle tell
His mystery complete,
Such is thy subtle spell,
Yet oh! how sweet!
So cam’st thou unto me
Love’s mystic wand to wield;