What Lovest Thou?

I love the song of tender feeling
Fair lips begin ;
I love soft eyes of light, revealing
The soul within.

I love the lark of summer, winging
Its song-cheered way ;
And dear to me the mavis, singing
Her evening lay.

Sweet is the violet returning
To starlit sleep ;
And fair the rosebud of the morning,
Where dewdrops weep.

I seek the stream of gentle flowing,
Where suns are bright ;
And hail the chastened moon bestowing
Her silver light.

I trace the shades of sunset, fleeting
O'er the blue tide ;
And dancing waves the day-beam meeting
As if in pride.

I seek the spot where fairies dancing
Have traced their path
(When midnight stars are brightly glancing)
To tempt their wrath.

Lady, there's not a light ray streaming
From skies above,
On earth there's not a flowret beaming
I do not love !