O Lord of all compassionate control, <br />O Love! let this my lady's picture glow <br />Under my hand to praise her name, and show <br />Even of her inner self the perfect whole: <br />That he who seeks her beauty's furthest goal, <br />Beyond the light that the sweet glances throw <br />And refluent wave of the sweet smile, may know <br />The very sky and sea-line of her soul. <br />Lo! it is done. Above the enthroning throat <br />The mouth's mould testifies of voice and kiss, <br />The shadowed eyes remember and foresee. <br />Her face is made her shrine. Let all men note <br />That in all years (O Love, thy gift is this!) <br />They that would look on her must come to me.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-x-the-portrait/
