As you came out of church, all piously <br />Your noble hands bestowed alms freely there, <br />And in the darkened porch you shone so fair, <br />The poor all heaven's riches seemed to see. <br /> <br />I then saluted you most graciously, <br />Humbly, as suits one in discretion's care, <br />When, drawing close your robe, with angry air <br />You covered up your eyes and turned from me. <br /> <br />But Love, that will the most rebellious rule, <br />Would not permit, less kind than beautiful, <br />That pity's source all mercy should refuse; <br /> <br />And in your veiling you were then so slow, <br />That your umbrageous lashes throbbed as does <br />Dark leafage under filtering starlight's glow.<br /><br />Jose Maria de Heredia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-petrarch/
