A paraphrase of Petrarca, 'Quando fra l'altre donne . . .' When among creatures fair of countenance Love comes enformed in such proud character, So far as other beauty yields to her, So far the breast with fiercer longing pants; I bless the spot, and hour, and circumstance, That wed desire to a thing so high, And say, Glad soul, rejoice, for thou and I Of bliss unpaired are made participants; Hence have come ardent thoughts and waking dreams That, feeding Fancy from so sweet a cup, Leave it no lust for gross imaginings. Through her the woman's perfect beauty gleams That while it gazes lifts the spirit up To that high source from which all beauty springs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HENRY MOORE'S STATUE AT LINCOLN CENTER by KAREN SWENSON THE EXPOSED NEST by ROBERT FROST TO MAKE A PRAIRIE by EMILY DICKINSON THE RAINY DAY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 23 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PROCLAMATION by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A QUESTION by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |