Destined to melt and lose itself in fire
Or ever it can cool my tongue,
and thus describes her:
Why, she was a maid
Of crystalline! If you looked near enough,
You’d see the wonder changing in her eyes
Like parti-colored marvels in a brook,
Bright through the clearness!
Note now in contrast the impassioned words in which he pictures his divinity:
Hers is the Beauty that hath moved the world