Fair as a star of light,
Like diamond gleaming bright,
Through darkness of the night,
Is my love to me.
As bell of lily white,
In streamlet mirror'd bright,
All quiv'ring with delight,
Is my love to me--
My love to me.
A flowing magic thrill
Which floodeth heart and will
With gushes musical,
Is my love to me.
Bright as the tranced dream,
Which flitteth in a gleam,
Before morn's golden beam,
Is my love to me--
My love to me.
Like living crystal well,
In cool and shady dell,
Unto the parch'd gazelle,
Is my love to me.
And dearer than things fair,
However rich and rare,
In earth, or sea, or air,
Is my love to me--
My love to me.