充满温情。
Ⅰ
There be none of Beautys daughters
With a agic like thee；
And like i the waters
Is thy sweet voice to ：
When， as if its sound were cag
The chard os pag，
The waves lie still and gleag，
And the lled ds see dreag.
Ⅱ
And the idnight oon is weavg
Her bright cha oer the deep，
Whose breast is gently heavg
As an fants asleep：
So the spirit bows before thee，
To listen and adore thee，
With a full but soft eotion，
Like the swell of Surs o.