I Have Seen Dawn And Sunset On Moors And Windy Hills Coming In Solemn Beauty Like Slow Old Tunes Of Spain: I Have Seen The Lady April Bringing The Daffodils, Bringing The Springing Grass And The Soft Warm April Rain. I Have Heard The Song Of The Blossoms And The Old Chant Of The Sea, And Seen Strange Lands From Under The Arched White Sails Of Ships; But The Loveliest Thing Of Beauty God Ever Has Shown To Me, Are Her Voice, And Her Hair, And Eyes, And The Dear Red Curve Of Her Lips.