And thy smiles before they dwindle
  Make the cold air fire; then screen them
  In those looks, where whoso gazes
  Faints, entangled in their mazes.

  Child of Light! thy limbs are burning
  Through the vest which seems to hide them;
  As the radiant lines of morning
  Through the clouds, ere they divide them;
  And this atmosphere divinest
  Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest.

  Fair are others; none beholds thee,
  But thy voice sounds low and tender
  Like the fairest, for it folds thee
  From the sight, that liquid splendor,
  And all feel, yet see thee never,
  As I feel now, lost forever!

  Lamp of Earth! where'er thou movest
  Its dim shapes are clad with brightness,
  And the souls of whom thou lovest
  Walk upon the winds with lightness,