Love is a pearl of purest hue,  
  But stormy waves are round it;  
  And dearly may a woman rue,  
  The hour that she found it.
The Improvisatrice (1824)
Love is a pearl of purest hue,  
  But stormy waves are round it;  
  And dearly may a woman rue,  
  The hour that she found it.
The Improvisatrice (1824)