• The Shape alone let others prize,
      The features of the fair:
    I look for spirit in her eyes,
      And meaning in her air.

    A damask cheek, an ivory arm,
      Shall ne’er my wishes win:
    Give me an animated form,
      That speaks a mind within.

    A face where awful honor shines,
      Where sense and sweetness move,
    And angel...

  • We shun because we prize her Face

    Lest sight's ineffable disgrace

    Our Adoration stain