Whene'er my sad gaze lingers in thine eyes,
That glow with all the idyllic warmth of Greece,
I find from care a lovable release,
My heart throbs faster in a charmed surprise.

Floods of strange fancy wake, and I surmise,
While subtle pleasures, vaguely known, increase,
That the calm spirit of delicious Peace,
Candid and beautiful, within them lies.

Then, as I look again, with whims and dreams,
Another shape appears in stainless white,
Smiling upon me radiant and fair;
And, to my rapt and ravished mind, it seems
As if sweet Purity, in robes of light,
Had come to take eternal refuge there.