Sparkling and bright 
Is thine eye of light, 
Brightest of Eve’s fair daughters; 
Gleamings of wit, 
Oft flash from it, 
Like sunbeams on the waters. 
The rose has shed 
On thy cheeks its red, 
On thy neck is the lily’s whiteness; 
Thy rounded arm 
And graceful form, 
Are fairy in their lightness. 
With the morning bird 
Thy voice is heard 
In sweet melodious singing; 
And at twilight dim, 
Thy cheerful hymn 
On the silent air is ringing. 
