E'en The Fair Orb.

to———. E'en the fair orb on which I gaze Suggests thy radiance by its rays: That silvery, soft, and dreamy light, So soft, and yet so beauteous bright, Falling in glowing tints so faint,— The hues which artists love to paint; Around whose sphere the fancies claim That angels float, and fan the flame: The lover's choice, it doth belong To lover's lute and poet's song. That light, though native to the skies, Is all reflected in thine eyes.