• i love thee,as i love the calm
    of sweet,star-lighted hours!
    i love thee, as i love the balm
    of early jes'mine flow
    i love thee,as i love the last
    rich smile of fading day
    which lingereth, like the look we cast
    on rapture pass'd away
    i love thee as i love the tone
    of some soft-breathing flute
    whose is wak'd for me alone
    when all besides is mute