Her beauty is the bourne thought cannot pass; <br />And the angel of the heart's intelligence, <br />Young Love, might deem that boundary infinite, <br />So he within the glamour of her eyes, <br />As in some ether too thin to be weighed, <br />Might breathe for ever.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-236/
