There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me So the spirit bows before thee To listen and adore thee With a full but soft emotion Like the swell of Summer's ocean When, as if its sound were causing 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 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 When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing The waves lie still and gleaming And the lull'd winds seem dreaming