What Shall I Sing Thee?

TO ----.     What shall I sing thee? Shall I tell     Of that bright hour, remembered well     As tho' it shone but yesterday,     When loitering idly in the ray     Of a spring sun I heard o'er-head,     My name as by some spirit said,     And, looking up, saw two bright eyes         Above me from a casement shine,     Dazzling my mind with such surprise         As they, who sail beyond the Line,     Feel when new stars above them rise;--     And it was thine, the voice that spoke,         Like Ariel's, in the mid-air then;     And thine the eye whose lustre broke--         Never to be forgot again!     What shall I sing thee? Shall I weave     A song of that sweet summer-eve,     (Summer, of which the sunniest part     Was that we, each, had in the heart,)     When thou and I, and one like thee,         In life and beauty, to the sound     Of our own breathless minstrelsy.         Danced till the sunlight faded round,     Ourselves the whole ideal Ball,     Lights, music, company, and all?     Oh, 'tis not in the languid strain         Of lute like mine, whose day is past,     To call up even a dream again         Of the fresh light those moments cast.