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Stanzas for Music

There be none of Beauty’s daughters
    With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
    Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmed Ocean’s pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lulled winds seem dreaming:
 
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.
Autres oeuvres par Lord Byron...



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