Joanna Baillie - Sonnet To---- lyrics

WHETHER thy locks in natural beauty stray, Clust'ring like woodbind wild, or haply bound, Like ivy wreath thy polish'd brows around; Whether within thine eyes' blue mirror play Mirth's arrowy beams or love's more soften'd ray; Whether to the gay viol's pleasant sound Thou minglest in the dance's airy round, Thy light feet twinkling like the darts of day; Or whether o'er the graceful harp thy frame, More graceful yet, with eyes up-rais'd thou bendest, And with its tones thy own, far sweeter, blendest; Still thou art loveliest, varying, yet the same, Still o'er my soul thine absolute sway extendest, And from all other loves my heart defendest.