Like the rising of the lambent moon's orb Over the rim of the restless ocean, Clothing the waters with liquid silver, And calming the harsh anger of the waves, So is the love of my dear one to me, The clear light of her bright presence soothing My unhappy tempestuous spirit, And turning my misery into joy. In the turbulence of life's darkest storms, She is like a shaft of golden sunlight, Suddenly piercing the gathering g...