To Eva

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 5 
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 10 
Chaste-glowing underneath their lids  
With fire that draws while it repels.
 

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