Love, the delight of all well-thinking minds, Delight, the fruit of virtue dearly loved, Virtue, the highest good that reason finds, Reason, the fire wherein men's thoughts be proved, Are from the world by nature's power bereft, And in one creature for her glory left. Beauty her cover is, the eye's true pleasure; In honour's fame she lives, the ear's sweet music; Excess of wonder grows from her true measure; Her worth is passion's wound and passion's physic; From her true heart clear springs of wisdom flow, Which, imaged in her words and deeds, men know. Time fain would stay that she might never leave her, Place doth rejoice that she must needs contain her, Death craves of heaven that she may not bereave her, The heavens know their own and do maintain her. Delight, Love, Reason, Virtue, let it be To set all women light but only she. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE POTOMAC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EPISTLE TO WILLIAM SIMPSON OF OCHILTREE by ROBERT BURNS SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA by SAMUEL HAWKINS MARSHALL BYERS THE STRANGER by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |