I will not say that then I have not found
In thee almost an Angel’s loveliness,
Or that thy voice has not as sweet a sound
As music on the waters, or that less
Than a bright spirit’s influence has bound
My soul in that fond dream of blessedness,
Which, vastly strengthened by thy conversation,
Has seemed, to say the least, a sweet hallucination.
I would not flatter thee—much less, indeed,
Would seem, in poetry, a Della Cruscan;