When among creatures fair of countenance <br />Love comes enformed in such proud character, <br />So far as other beauty yields to her, <br />So far the breast with fiercer longing pants; <br />I bless the spot, and hour, and circumstance, <br />That wed desire to a thing so high, <br />And say, Glad soul, rejoice, for thou and I <br />Of bliss unpaired are made participants; <br />Hence have come ardent thoughts and waking dreams <br />That, feeding Fancy from so sweet a cup, <br />Leave it no lust for gross imaginings. <br />Through her the woman's perfect beauty gleams <br />That while it gazes lifts the spirit up <br />To that high source from which all beauty springs.<br /><br />Alan Seeger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xi-5/
