A spirit there is
H. Pontet
A Spirit there is, whose fragrant sigh
Is burning now through earth and air;
Where cheeks are blushing, the Spirit is nigh,
Where lips are meeting, the Spirit is there!
His breath is the soul of flowers like these,
And his floating eyes -- oh!
they
resemble
Blue water-lilies when the breeze
Is making the stream around them tremble!
Hail to thee, hail to thee, kindling power!
Spirit of Love, Spirit of Bliss!
The holiest time is the moonlight hour,
And there never was moonlight so sweet as this.
By the fair and brave,
Who blushing unite,
Like the sun and wave,
When they meet at night!
By the tear that shows
When passion is nigh,
As the raindrop flows
From the heat of the sky!
By the first love-beat
Of the youthful heart,
By the bliss to meet,
And the pain to part!
By all that thou hast
To mortals given,
Which -- oh! could it last,
This earth were heaven!
We call thee hither, entrancing Power!
Spirit of Love! Spirit of Bliss!
Thy holiest time is the moonlight hour,
And there never was moonlight so sweet as this.