Let Sol his annual journeys run, <br />And when the radiant task is done, <br />Confess, through all the globe, 'twou'd pose him, <br />To match the charms that Celia shows him. <br /> <br />And should he boast he once had seen <br />As just a form, as bright a mien, <br />Yet must it still for ever pose him <br />To match - what Celia never shows him.<br /><br />William Shenstone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hint-from-voiture/
