O Fair And Stately Maid, Whose Eyes Were Kindled In The Upper Skies At The Same Torch That Lighted Mine; For So I Must Interpret Still Thy Sweet Dominion O'Er My Will, A Sympathy Divine. Ah! Let Me Blameless Gaze Upon Features That Seem At Heart My Own; Nor Fear Those Watchful Sentinels, Who Charm The More Their Glance Forbids, Chaste-Glowing, Underneath Their Lids, With Fire That Draws While It Repels.