My own lov’d light, That very soft and solemn spirit worships, That lovers love so well–strange joy is thine, Whose influence o’er all tides of soul hath power, Who lend’st thy light to rapture and despair; The glow of hope and wan hue of sick fancy Alike reflect thy rays: alike thou lightest The path of meeting or of parting love– Alike on mingling or on breaking hearts Thou smil’st in throned beauty!
