Somewhere beneath the sun, <br />These quivering heart-strings prove it, <br />Somewhere there must be one <br />Made for this soul, to move it; <br />Some one that hides her sweetness <br />From neighbours whom she slights, <br />Nor can attain completeness, <br />Nor give her heart its rights; <br />Some one whom I could court <br />With no great change of manner, <br />Still holding reason's fort, <br />Though waving fancy's banner; <br />A lady, not so queenly <br />As to disdain my hand, <br />Yet born to smile serenely <br />Like those that rule the land; <br />Noble, but not too proud; <br />With soft hair simply folded, <br />And bright face crescent-browed, <br />And throat by Muses moulded; <br />And eyelids lightly falling <br />On little glistening seas, <br />Deep-calm, when gales are brawling, <br />Though stirred by every breeze: <br />Swift voice, like flight of dove <br />Through minister arches floating, <br />With sudden turns, when love <br />Gets overnear to doting; <br />Keen lips, that shape soft sayings <br />Like crystals of the snow, <br />With pretty half-betrayings <br />Of things one may not know; <br />Fair hand, whose touches thrill, <br />Like golden rod of wonder, <br />Which Hermes wields at will <br />Spirit and flesh to sunder; <br />Light foot, to press the stirrup <br />In fearlessness and glee, <br />Or dance, till finches chirrup, <br />And stars sink to the sea. <br /> <br />Forth, Love, and find this maid, <br />Wherever she be hidden: <br />Speak, Love, be not afraid, <br />But plead as thou art bidden; <br />And say, that he who taught thee <br />His yearning want and pain, <br />Too dearly, dearly bought thee <br />To part with thee in vain.<br /><br />William Johnson Cory<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amaturus/
