LADY, I thank thee for thy loveliness, Because my lady is more lovely still. Glorying I gaze, and yield with glad goodwill To thee thy tribute; by whose sweet-spun dress Of delicate life Love labours to assess My lady's absolute queendom; saying, "Lo! How high this beauty is, which yet doth show But as that beauty's sovereign votaress." Lady, I saw thee with her, side by side; And as, when night's fair fires their queen surround, An emulous star too near the moon will ride,-- Even so thy rays within her luminous bound Were traced no more; and by the light so drown'd, Lady, not thou but she was glorified. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUSSIAN ARMY GOES INTO BAKU by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER COLD HANDS WARM HEART by KAREN SWENSON CHILDE ROLAND TO THE DARK TOWER CAME' by ROBERT BROWNING AN ENGLISH MOTHER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON THE RABBIT by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS ON THE MEDUSA OF LEONARDO DA VINCI IN THE FLORENTINE GALLERY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 72 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE RHYME OF SIR LAUNCELOT BOGLE; A LEGEND OF GLASGOW by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |