The wisest scholar of the wight most wise By Phoebus' doom, with sugared sentence says That Virtue, if it once met with our eyes, Strange flames of love it in our souls would raise; But, for that man with pain this truth descries, While he each thing in sense's balance weighs, And so nor will nor can behold those skies Which inward sun to heroic mind displays, Virtue of late, with virtuous care to stir Love of herself, takes Stella's shape, that she To mortal eyes might sweetly shine in her. It is most true, for since I her did see, Virtue's great beauty in that face I prove, And find th' effect, for I do burn in love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 50. WILLOWWOOD (2) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 71. THE CHOICE (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI FEBRUARY THAW by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE CLOUDS: SOCRATES' EXPERIMENTS by ARISTOPHANES WHO KNOWS WHERE BEAUTY LIES? by AGNES STEWART BECK NEW YORK HARBOR by PARK BENJAMIN |