The power of a beautiful face lifts me to heaven Since else in earth is none that delights me And I mount living among the elect souls, A grace which seldom falls to a mortal. So well with its Maker the work consents, That I rise to him through divine conceptions And here I shape all thoughts & words, Burning, loving, through this gentle form: Whence, if ever from two beautiful eyes I know not how to turn my look, I know in them The light which shows me the way which guides me to God. And if, kindled at their light, I burn, In my noble flame sweetly shines The eternal joy which smiles in heaven. |