SUN of my earthly worship, I declare She equals him in Heaven! He with his eye Makes glad, makes warm, makes light the spacious sky; She gladdens earth with beauty yet more rare. Nature and art, earth, water, fire, and air, The stars, the Graces, and the Gods on high Combine in rivalry to beautify My Lady, and to make her wonderous fair. Thrice happy were I, had not Fate's disdain Walled in with adamantine magnet-stone So chaste a heart behind so fair a face! And happiest, had I not filled every vein With fire and ice -- because my heart is gone And love beats, burns, and freezes in its place. |