There be none of Beauty's da

There be none of Beauty's daughters"

Byron

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 5

The charmed ocean's pausing

The waves lie still and gleaming

And the lull'd winds seem dreaming:

And the midnight moon is weaving

Her bright chain o'er the deep 10

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 15

Like the swell of summer's ocean.