ON THE POWER OF HER BEAUTY <br />I am lighthearted now. An hour ago <br />There was a tempest in my heaven, a flame <br />Of sullen lightning under a bent brow <br />And a dull muttering which breathed no name. <br />Now all is changed. The very winds are tame, <br />And the birds sing aloud from every bough, <br />And my heart leaps. What empire dost thou claim, <br />Child, o'er this Earth, that nature serves thee so? <br />Sublime magician! Well may Earth and Heaven <br />Change at thy bidding, and the hearts of men. <br />Didst thou but know the power that beauty hath, <br />The sea should leave his bed, the rocks be riven, <br />And wise men, deeming chaos come again, <br />Should kneel before thee and conjure thy wrath.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-i-to-manon-v/
