GOD made my lady lovely to behold, -- Above the painter's dream he set her face, And wrought her body in divinest grace; He touch'd the brown hair with a sense of gold; And in the perfect form He did enfold What was alone as perfect, the sweet heart; Knowledge most rare to her He did impart; And fill'd with love and worship all her days. And then God thought Him how it would be well To give her music; and to Love He said, "Bring thou some minstrel now that he may tell How fair and sweet a thing My hands have made." Then at Love's call I came, bow'd down my head, And at His will my lyre grew audible. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CATARINA TO CAMOENS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING DESERT FLOWERS by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS A RHYMED REVIEW; 'LAUGHING MUSE' (BY ARTHUR GUITERMAN) by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE RWOSE IN THE DARK by WILLIAM BARNES TWILIT HARMONY by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ON SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 53. FAREWELL TO JULIET (15) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |