Ralph Waldo Emerson: To Eva

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.