The power of a beautiful face lifts me to heaven Since else in earth is none that delights me And I mount living among the elect souls, A grace which seldom falls to a mortal. So well with its Maker the work consents, That I rise to him through divine conceptions And here I shape all thoughts & words, Burning, loving, through this gentle form: Whence, if ever from two beautiful eyes I know not how to turn my look, I know in them The light which shows me the way which guides me to God. And if, kindled at their light, I burn, In my noble flame sweetly shines The eternal joy which smiles in heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRANDMITHER, THINK NOT I FORGET by WILLA SIBERT CATHER THE WITCH by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE SUN'S TRAVELS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE COMMONPLACE by WALT WHITMAN ON THE EPHEMERALNESS OF BEAUTY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AH, HAD I SEEN THEE SOONER! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |