WHO is she coming, whom all gaze upon, Who makes the air all tremulous with light, And at whose side is Love himself? that none Dare speak, but each man's sighs are infinite. Ah me! how she looks round from left to right, Let Love discourse: I may not speak thereon. Lady she seems of such high benison As makes all others graceless in men's right. The honour which is hers cannot be said; To whom are subject all things virtuous, While all things beauteous own her deity. Ne'er was the mind of man so nobly led, Nor yet was such redemption granted us That we should ever know her perfectly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASSING BY by THOMAS FORD (1580-1648) THE SUNDEW by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE TWO TREES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS INTAGLIOS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ROMANCE OF BRUNETTES AND BLONDES by JACQUES BARON JOURNEYS by KATHLEEN REA BRAID |