Wisdom immortal from immortal Jove <br />Shadows more beauty with her virgin brows <br />Than is between the virgin breasts of Love <br />Who makes at will and breaks her random vows, <br />And hath a name all earthly names above: <br />The noblest are her offspring; she controls <br />The time and seasons-yea, all things that are- <br />The heads and hands of men, their hearts and souls, <br />And all that moves upon our mother star, <br />And all that pauses 'twixt the peaceful poles. <br />Nor is she dark and distant, coy and cold- <br />But all in all to all who seek her shrine <br />In utter truth, like to that king of old <br />Who wooed and won-yet by no right divine.<br /><br />George Frederick Cameron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wisdom-80/
