Oh, Blue-Eyed Maid, I Sigh for Thee

A gentle twilight's close, When music dies upon the lea, And dew drops wet the rose. I look on tranquil nature round, And list to music's fall, And think but half their charms are found, Since thou art far from all.

Oh, blue-eyed maid! the gorgeous beams That light a monarch's hall, The glittering wealth of golden streams, To me were darkness all; Unless thy light of loveliness, Adorned the regal scene, And thou bedecked in royal dress, Shouldst reign my loving Queen.