Classic Poem

" I know thy beauty; summer dreams
Have shown me forms that look'd like thine.
I've seen thee in the sunset beams;
I've loved thee as a thing divine.
How have I shunn'd thee! but thine eye
Hangs o'er me, like a watching sphere,
Star of my solitary sky.
Where'er my spirit turns, 't is there.
For life, for death, the chain is twined;
Thou'rt in my mind, thou art my mind. "

The song subsided, but the closing tone
Woke memories wild and sweet. The sound was gone —
Yet still it strangely linger'd in his ear.
He look'd to heaven as if its clouds might bear
The white-wing'd minstrel of those strains divine.
He look'd around, but all was solitude,
No shadow wander'd by the evening vine.
A moment, in bewilder'd thought he stood,
Saw the wind shake th' Alhambra's weedy pall,
Ponder'd no more, but rush'd within the wall.