"Stanzas for Music" by Byron

There be none of Beauty's daughters
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmed ocean's pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lulled winds seem dreaming;

And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o'er the deep,
Whose breast is gently heaving
As an infant's asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee,
To listen and adore thee,
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of Summer's ocean.

(Poetry post to cheer me up... Though I'm not sure if this should be the right selection for that. People speculate whether this was even written for a woman or not. "There be none of beauty's daughters" just may refer to a man. Hmmmm.)