Fair Lady, whose harmonious name the Rheno <br />Through all his grassy vale delights to hear, <br />Base were, indeed, the wretch, who could forbear <br />To love a spirit elegant as thine, <br />That manifests a sweetness all divine, <br />Nor knows a thousand winning acts to spare, <br />And graces, which Love's bow and arrows are, <br />Temp'ring thy virtues to a softer shine. <br />When gracefully thou speak'st, or singest gay <br />Such strains as might the senseless forest move, <br />Ah then--turn each his eyes and ears away, <br />Who feels himself unworthy of thy love! <br />Grace can alone preserve him, e'er the dart <br />Of fond desire yet reach his inmost heart.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-i-translated-from-milton/
