YES! hope may with my strong desire keep pace, <br />And I be undeluded, unbetrayed; <br />For if of our affections none finds grace <br />In sight of Heaven, then, wherefore hath God made <br />The world which we inhabit? Better plea <br />Love cannot have, than that in loving thee <br />Glory to that eternal Peace is paid, <br />Who such divinity to thee imparts <br />As hallows and makes pure all gentle hearts. <br />His hope is treacherous only whose love dies <br />With beauty, which is varying every hour; <br />But, in chaste hearts uninfluenced by the power <br />Of outward change, there blooms a deathless flower, <br />That breathes on earth the air of paradise.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-italian-of-michael-angelo/
