A vision more of heaven than earth.
Soft, lovely, beautiful, divine—
But wilt thou be my Valentine?
I’ve looked into thy deep eyes oft,
Where heaven seemed sleeping blue and soft.
I’ve gazed on all thy beauty long,
I’ve heard thy witching voice of song,
I’ve listened when thy deep words came
As if thy lips were touched with flame,
I’ve marked thee smile, I’ve marked thee weep.