Because mine eyes can never have their fill Of looking at my lady's lovely face, I will so fix my gaze That I may become blessed beholding her. Even as an angel, up at his great height Standing amid the light, Becometh blessed by only seeing God: -- So, though I be a simple earthly wight, Yet none the less I might, Beholding her who is my heart's dear load, Be blessed, and in the spirit soar abroad. Such power abideth in that gracious one; Albeit felt of none Save of him who, desiring, honors her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CACOETHES SCRIBENDI by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES CHRISTMAS BELLS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE FIRST SNOWFALL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE SHADY LANE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH AN OLD SAW by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE AN EXPLANATION OF AN EMBLEM ENGRAVEN BY V.H. by THOMAS FLATMAN |