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    George Gordon Lord Byron - For Music


    by poetictouch

    George Gordon Lord Byron - For Music - Read by Kristin Hughes

    For Music
    by George Gordon Lord Byron (1788-1824)

    There be none of Beauty's daughters
    With a magic like thee;
    And like music on the waters
    Is thy sweet voice to me:
    When, as if its sound were causing
    The charmed ocean's pausing,
    The waves lie still and gleaming,
    And the lull'd winds seem dreaming:

    And the midnight moon is weaving
    Her bright chain o'er the deep;
    Whose breast is gently heaving,
    As an infant's asleep:
    So the spirit bows before thee,
    To listen and adore thee;
    With a full but soft emotion,
    Like the swell of Summer's ocean.