Poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson

To Eva

O fair and stately maid, whose eyes
Were kindled in the upper skies
  At the same torch that lighted mine;
For so I must interpret still
Thy sweet dominion o'er my will,
  A sympathy divine.

Ah! let me blameless gaze upon
Features that seem at heart my own;
  Nor fear those watchful sentinels,
Who charm the more their glance forbids,
Chaste-glowing, underneath their lids,
  With fire that draws while it repels.

1. Lines
2. The Amulet
3. Thine Eyes Still Shined
4. Hermione
5. To Ellen

Joseph Drake To Eva ("A beam upon the myrtle fell")

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