Love, The Interpreter

Thou art the music that I hear in sleep,
  The poetry that lures me on in dreams;
  The magic, thou, that holds my thought with themes
  Of young romance in revery's mystic keep.
  The lily's aura, and the damask deep
  That clothes the rose; the whispering soul that seems
  To haunt the wind; the rainbow light that streams,
  Like some wild spirit, 'thwart the cataract's leap--
  Are glimmerings of thee and thy loveliness,
  Pervading all my world; interpreting
  The marvel and the wonder these disclose:
  For, lacking thee, to me were meaningless
  Life, love and hope, the joy of every thing,
  And all the beauty that the wide world knows.