Charles--and I say it wond'ring--thou must know <br />That I who once assum'd a scornful air, <br />And scoff'd at love, am fallen in his snare <br />(Full many an upright man has fallen so) <br />Yet think me not thus dazzled by the flow <br />Of golden locks, or damask cheek; more rare <br />The heart-felt beauties of my foreign fair; <br />A mien majestic, with dark brows, that show <br />The tranquil lustre of a lofty mind; <br />Words exquisite, of idioms more than one, <br />And song, whose fascinating pow'r might bind, <br />And from her sphere draw down the lab'ring Moon, <br />With such fire-darting eyes, that should I fill <br />My ears with wax, she would enchant me still.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-iv-to-charles-diodati-translated-from-milton/
