Queen Virtue's court, which some call Stella's face, Prepared by Nature's chiefest furniture, Hath his front built of alablaster pure; Gold is the covering of that stately place. The door, by which sometimes comes forth her grace, Red porphyr is, which lock of pearl makes sure; Whose porches rich (which name of 'cheeks' endure) Marble, mixed red and white, do interlace. The windows now through which this heavenly guest Looks o'er the world, and can find nothing such Which dare claim from those lights the name of 'best', Of touch they are that without touch doth touch, Which Cupid's self from Beauty's mine did draw: Of touch they are, and poor I am their straw. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE SECOND DAY: LADY WENTWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO JANE: THE RECOLLECTION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PSALM 24. DOMINI EST TERRA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HEART-SONG by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE FRAGMENT (FROM THE ELIZABETHANS) by W. BRIDGES-ADAMS THE BANKS OF NITH by ROBERT BURNS |