Thou didst delight my eyes

Thou didst delight my eyes:

Yet who am I? nor first

Nor last nor best, that durst

Once dream of thee for prize;

Nor this the only time

Thou shalt set love to rhyme.

Thou didst delight my ear:

Ah! little praise; thy voice

Makes other hearts rejoice,

Makes all ears glad that hear;

And short my joy; but yet,

O song, do not forget.

For what were thou to me?

How shall I say? The moon,

That poured her midnight noon

Upon his wrecking sea; -

A sail, that for a day

Has cheered the castaway.