Made beautiful by force of fantasy?
Thou, Love, must know, who in her company
Arrivest oft to vex me with desire,
Although I would not choose to quench the fire,
Abate its glow, nor part with any sigh.”
“The beauty thou hast seen from her did shine,
And meet thy mortal vision; but its ray
Ascended to the soul, a better place;
There seemed she lovely, for a thing divine
Hath joy of its own image; in this way