Who is this that comes and all admire her, <br />And makes the air tremble with her brightness, <br />Brings Love with her, so that none who sees her <br />Has the power to speak, but each man sighs? <br />Oh, how she seems as she looks all about her, <br />Let Love himself tell. How can I describe her? <br />She seems a lady of such gentle aspect, <br />That all compared to her seem full of pride. <br /> <br />For her sweetness there is no description, <br />Every gentle virtue bows towards her, <br />And Beauty makes her its divinity. <br />Our minds could never soar so high, <br />Nor have we grace enough inside, <br />For us to ever know her perfectly.<br /><br />Guido Cavalcanti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-is-this-that-comes-and-all-admire-her/
