William Sydney Walker - Clara Quantrille lyrics

Lady! no marvel that the kinsman young Of the grand master of the mystery Of metaphysics, fell in love with thee; Nor yet that while the stage, jumbling along, Soothed him to slumber with its one dull song, As towards the land of lakes and poesy The wayward youth rode nightly journeying,--he Over thy imagined form in visions hung. For thou hast charms to warm a colder breast Than that of youthful poet: locks like night; Cheeks of rich bloom, where love hath built his nest; Looks like young Juno's; eyes from whose full glance The gazer shrinks abashed, as in the fight The polished shield returns the warrior's lance.