Lady! I love thee! though I ne’er
Have seen that form of faultless grace;
Though never met mine eyes the fair
And perfect beauty of thy face:
Yet not for that thy face is fair—
Nor for thy sunny golden hair—
Nor for thy lips of roseate hue—
Nor for those eyes of Heaven’s own blue—
Nor swan-like neck—nor stately brow—
I love thee:—not to these I bow!