George Gordon, Lord Byron                 Stanzas for Music     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. 1816