Because mine eyes can never have their fill Of looking at my lady's lovely face, I will so fix my gaze That I may become blessed beholding her. Even as an angel, up at his great height Standing amid the light, Becometh blessed by only seeing God: -- So, though I be a simple earthly wight, Yet none the less I might, Beholding her who is my heart's dear load, Be blessed, and in the spirit soar abroad. Such power abideth in that gracious one; Albeit felt of none Save of him who, desiring, honors her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: STATE'S ATTORNEY FALLAS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE QUARREL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LETTERS TO DEAD IMAGISTS by CARL SANDBURG GOOD COMPANY by KARLE WILSON BAKER SHELTERED GARDEN by HILDA DOOLITTLE MY AUNT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES |