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
Thy sweet dominion o'er my will,
        A sympathy divine.

Ah! let me blameless gaze upon
Features that seem at heart my own;
        Nor fear those watchful sentinels,
Who charm the more their glance forbids,
Chaste-glowing, underneath their lids,
        With fire that draws while it repels.