Stones from The Quarry | ||
TO ------.
She passes in her beauty, with a trailOf light behind, like some particular star
In heaven's depths, to which all others are
But foils by distance, or their fires pale—
Mere borrowed light which they from her retail.
Nor with mere beauty halo'd, but as far
Doth she excel in each particular
Of Goodness, in the gross as in detail.
Her beauty is her mind made visible;
Body transfigured with the Spirit's grace,
Where every line and lineáment tell
How her sweet soul is writ in form and face.
Yet in her eyes the sum and total dwell
Of all her charms, focus and trysting-place!
Stones from The Quarry | ||