Rapture To Laura.

From earth I seem to wing my flight,      And sun myself in Heaven's pure light,      When thy sweet gaze meets mine      I dream I quaff ethereal dew,      When my own form I mirrored view      In those blue eyes divine!      Blest notes from Paradise afar,      Or strains from some benignant star      Enchant my ravished ear:      My Muse feels then the shepherd's hour      When silvery tones of magic power      Escape those lips so dear!      Young Loves around thee fan their wings      Behind, the maddened fir-tree springs,      As when by Orpheus fired:      The poles whirl round with swifter motion,      When in the dance, like waves o'er Ocean,      Thy footsteps float untired!      Thy look, if it but beam with love,      Could make the lifeless marble move,      And hearts in rocks enshrine:      My visions to reality      Will turn, if, Laura, in thine eye      I read that thou art mine!