Magic like thee
Added 2021-09-19 09:39:59 +0000 UTCThere be none of Beauty's daughters
With a magic like thee;
And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o'er the deep;
Whose breast is gently heaving,
As an infant's asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee,
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of Summer's ocean.
– from a poem by Lord Byron (1788–1824)
