SEE here how bright the first-born virgin shone, And how the first fond lover was undone. Such charming words our beauteous mother spoke, As Milton wrote, and such as yours her look. Yours, the best copy of the original face, Whose beauty was to furnish all the race. Such chains no author could escape but he; There's no way to be safe, but not to see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A SONG [OF DIVINE LOVE] by RICHARD CRASHAW KILLED IN ACTION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE AGONY [AGONIE] by GEORGE HERBERT NIGHT AND DAY by SIDNEY LANIER IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: EPILOGUE by ALFRED TENNYSON |