Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies <br />For more adornment a full thousand years; <br />She took their cream of Beauty's fairest dyes, <br />And shap'd and tinted her above all Peers: <br />Meanwhile Love kept her dearly with his wings, <br />And underneath their shadow fill'd her eyes <br />With such a richness that the cloudy Kings <br />Of high Olympus utter'd slavish sighs. <br />When from the Heavens I saw her first descend <br />My heart took fire, and only burning pains <br />They were my pleasures -- they my Life's sad end; <br />Love pour'd her beauty into my warm veins...<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/translated-from-a-sonnet-of-ronsard/
