Lesbia Hath a Beaming eye
(Tune: Nora Crionna)

Lesbia hath a beaming eye

Lesbia hath a beaming eye,But no one knows for whom it beameth;Right and left its arrows fly,But what they aim at no one dreameth.Sweeter ’tis to gaze uponMy Nora’s lid that seldom rises;Few its looks, but every one,Like unexpected light, surprises!Oh, my Nora Creina, dear,My gentle, bashful Nora Creina,Beauty lies in many eyes,But Love in yours, my Nora Creina.

Lesbia wears a robe of gold,But all so close the nymph hath laced it,Not a charm of beauty’s mouldPresumes to stay where nature placed it.Oh! my Nora’s gown for me,That floats as wild as mountain breezes,Leaving every beauty freeTo sink or swell as Heaven pleases.Yes, my Nora Creina, dear,My simple, graceful Nora Creina,Nature’s dress is loveliness—The dress you wear, my Nora Creina.

Lesbia hath a wit refin’d,But, when its points are gleaming round us,Who can tell if they’re design’dTo dazzle merely, or to wound us?Pillowed on my Nora’s heart,In safer slumber Love reposes—Bed of peace! whose roughest partIs but the crumpling of the roses.Oh! my Nora Creina dear,My mild, my artless Nora Creina!Wit, tho’ bright, Hath no such light,As warms your eyes, my Nora Creina.