12Thou didst delight my eyes:Yet who am I? nor firstNor last nor best, that durstOnce dream of thee for prize;Nor this the only timeThou shalt set love to rhyme.Thou didst delight my ear:Ah! little praise; thy voiceMakes other hearts rejoice,Makes all ears glad that hear;And short my joy: but yet,O song, do not forget.For what wert thou to me?How shall I say? The moon,That poured her midnight noonUpon his wrecking sea;—A sail, that for a dayHas cheered the castaway.
12Thou didst delight my eyes:Yet who am I? nor firstNor last nor best, that durstOnce dream of thee for prize;Nor this the only timeThou shalt set love to rhyme.Thou didst delight my ear:Ah! little praise; thy voiceMakes other hearts rejoice,Makes all ears glad that hear;And short my joy: but yet,O song, do not forget.For what wert thou to me?How shall I say? The moon,That poured her midnight noonUpon his wrecking sea;—A sail, that for a dayHas cheered the castaway.
Thou didst delight my eyes:Yet who am I? nor firstNor last nor best, that durstOnce dream of thee for prize;Nor this the only timeThou shalt set love to rhyme.Thou didst delight my ear:Ah! little praise; thy voiceMakes other hearts rejoice,Makes all ears glad that hear;And short my joy: but yet,O song, do not forget.For what wert thou to me?How shall I say? The moon,That poured her midnight noonUpon his wrecking sea;—A sail, that for a dayHas cheered the castaway.
Thou didst delight my eyes:Yet who am I? nor firstNor last nor best, that durstOnce dream of thee for prize;Nor this the only timeThou shalt set love to rhyme.Thou didst delight my ear:Ah! little praise; thy voiceMakes other hearts rejoice,Makes all ears glad that hear;And short my joy: but yet,O song, do not forget.For what wert thou to me?How shall I say? The moon,That poured her midnight noonUpon his wrecking sea;—A sail, that for a dayHas cheered the castaway.
Thou didst delight my eyes:Yet who am I? nor firstNor last nor best, that durstOnce dream of thee for prize;Nor this the only timeThou shalt set love to rhyme.
Thou didst delight my eyes:
Yet who am I? nor first
Nor last nor best, that durst
Once dream of thee for prize;
Nor this the only time
Thou shalt set love to rhyme.
Thou didst delight my ear:Ah! little praise; thy voiceMakes other hearts rejoice,Makes all ears glad that hear;And short my joy: but yet,O song, do not forget.
Thou didst delight my ear:
Ah! little praise; thy voice
Makes other hearts rejoice,
Makes all ears glad that hear;
And short my joy: but yet,
O song, do not forget.
For what wert thou to me?How shall I say? The moon,That poured her midnight noonUpon his wrecking sea;—A sail, that for a dayHas cheered the castaway.
For what wert thou to me?
How shall I say? The moon,
That poured her midnight noon
Upon his wrecking sea;—
A sail, that for a day
Has cheered the castaway.