They Know Not My Heart

They know not my heart, who believe there can be One stain of this earth in its feelings for thee; Who think, while I see thee in beauty's young hour, As pure as the morning's first dew on the flower, I could harm what I love, -- as the sun's wanton ray But smiles on the dew-drop to waste it away. No -- beaming with light as those young features are, There's a light round thy heart which is lovelier far: It is not that cheek -- 'tis the soul dawning clear Through its innocent blush makes thy beauty so dear: As the sky we look up to, though glorious and fair, Is look'd up to the more, because Heaven lies there!