I look where no one dares,
And I stare where no ones stares
You're a unique to others,
Your love is shining like a morning star.
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Saving love's self, who stands superb to share the general gladness: awfully he stands; A sovereign quell is in his waving hands; No sight can bear the lightning of his bow; His quiver is mysterious, none can know what themselves think of it; from forth his eyes there darts strange light of varied hues and dyes: A scowl is sometimes on his brow, but who look full upon it feel anon the blue of his fair eyes run liquid through their souls.
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall from our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep; and such are daffodils with the green world they live in; and clear rills that for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms.