George Gordon Byron

I saw thee weep – the big bright tear
    Came o’er that eye of blue;
And then methought it did appear
    A violet dropping dew:
I see thee smile – the sapphire’s blaze
    Beside thee ceased to shine;
It could not match the living rays
    That filled that glance of thine.

As clouds from yonder sun receive
    A deep and mellow dye,
Which scarce the shade of coming eve
    Can banish from the sky,
Those smiles unto the moodiest mind
    Their own pure joy impart;
Their sunshine leaves a glow behind
    That lightens o’er the heart.