Choice soul, in whom, as in a glass, we see, Mirrored in thy pure form and delicate, What beauties heaven and nature can create, The paragon of all their works to be! Fair soul, in whom love, pity, piety, Have found a home, as from thy outward state We clearly read, and are so rare and great That they adorn none other like to thee! Love takes me captive; beauty binds my soul; Pity and mercy with their gentle eyes Wake in my heart a hope that cannot cheat. What law, what destiny, what fell control, What cruelty, or late or soon, denies That death should spare perfection so complete? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND WALT WHITMAN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON JAFFAR by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT SUMMER STORM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE SOLSEQUIUM by ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE SONNET: 53 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |