It is not dawn till you awake
And shew your radiant eyes:
It is not day, though day may break,
Till sunlike you arise.

In vain the lark shall pierce the sky
To find the heav'n of blue.
There is no blue but in your eye,
There is no heav'n but you.

It is not dusk while yet you keep
Those eyelids open wide:
It is not night till you're asleep,
Then sleeps all else beside.

Save one dim distant unloved star
That sighs the lightlong through,
There is no light where you are far,
There is no love but you!