LADY, I thank thee for thy loveliness, Because my lady is more lovely still. Glorying I gaze, and yield with glad goodwill To thee thy tribute; by whose sweet-spun dress Of delicate life Love labours to assess My lady's absolute queendom; saying, "Lo! How high this beauty is, which yet doth show But as that beauty's sovereign votaress." Lady, I saw thee with her, side by side; And as, when night's fair fires their queen surround, An emulous star too near the moon will ride,-- Even so thy rays within her luminous bound Were traced no more; and by the light so drown'd, Lady, not thou but she was glorified. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY SONNET: ANNUNCIATION by JOHN DONNE SONNET by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES by SIEGFRIED SASSOON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 13 by ALFRED TENNYSON AT A COWBOY DANCE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS QUATRAIN: THE PARCAE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THREE SONGS OF LOVE (CHINESE FASHION): 1. THE MANDARIN SPEAKS by WILLIAM A. BEATTY |