I fancied, while you stood conversing there, <br />Superb, in every attitude a queen, <br />Her ermine thus Boadicea bare, <br />So moved amid the multitude Faustine. <br />My life, whose whole religion Beauty is, <br />Be charged with sin if ever before yours <br />A lesser feeling crossed my mind than his <br />Who owning grandeur marvels and adores. <br />Nay, rather in my dream-world's ivory tower <br />I made your image the high pearly sill, <br />And mounting there in many a wistful hour, <br />Burdened with love, I trembled and was still, <br />Seeing discovered from that azure height <br />Remote, untrod horizons of delight.<br /><br />Alan Seeger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xiii-4/
