Serious But Smiling, Stately And Serene, And Dreamier Than A Flower; A Girl In Whom All Sympathies Convene As Perfumes In A Bower; Through Whom One Feels What Soul And Heart May Mean, And Their Resistless Power. Eyes, That Commune With The Frank Skies Of Truth, Where Thought Like Starlight Curls; Lips Of Immortal Rose, Where Love And Youth Nestle Like Two Sweet Pearls; Hair, That Suggests The Bible Braids Of Ruth, Deeper Than Any Girl'S. When First I Saw You, 'T Was As If Within My Soul Took Shape Some Song - Played By A Master Of The Violin - A Music Pure And Strong, That Rapt My Soul Above All Earthly Sin To Heights That Know No Wrong.