Whene’er I sit alone to muse upon
Thy dark eye beaming in a sea of light,
Thy cheek all flush with summer’s rosy glow,
Thy pure, high brow, so beautiful and calm,
O’er which the light and glory of thy thoughts
Beam like the tints of summer’s genial sky
Above a waveless lake—the low, sweet tones
Thy gentle voice breathes on the evening breeze—
Thy pure, high heart, the paradise of peace,
Where lovely flowers spring up in beauty wild,