Charles Hubert Hastings Parry - There be none of beauty's daughters - текст песни (слова)

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 charmèd 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.