O fair and stately maid, whose eyes
Were kindled in the upper skies
At the same torch that lighted mine;
For so I must interpret still
They sweet dominion O'er my will,
A sympathy divine.

Ah! let me blameless gaze upon
Features that seem at heart my own;
Not fear those watchful sentinels;
Who charm the more their glance forbids,
Chaste-glowing, underneath their lids,