Lady, I thank thee for thy loveliness, <br />Because my lady is more lovely still. <br />Glorying I gaze, and yield with glad goodwill <br />To thee thy tribute; by whose sweet-spun dress <br />Of delicate life Love labours to assess <br />My lady's absolute queendom; saying, “Lo! <br />How high this beauty is, which yet doth show <br />But as that beauty's sovereign votaress.” <br />Lady, I saw thee with her, side by side; <br />And as, when night's fair fires their queen surround, <br />An emulous star too near the moon will ride,— <br />Even so thy rays within her luminous bound <br />Were traced no more; and by the light so drown'd, <br />Lady, not thou but she was glorified.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxix-the-moonstar/
