There be none of Beauty's daughters

Lord Byron

1788 to 1824

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The waves lie still and gleaming,
With a full but soft emotion,
And like music on the waters
And the lull'd winds seem dreaming:
Like the swell of Summer's ocean.
With a magic like thee;
So the spirit bows before thee,
The charmed ocean's pausing,
As an infant's asleep:
To listen and adore thee;
And the midnight moon is weaving
Whose breast is gently heaving,
There be none of Beauty's daughters
When, as if its sound were causing
Is thy sweet voice to me:
Her bright chain o'er the deep;