Sonnet

MY sweet gazelle! From thy bewitching eyes

A glance thrills all my soul with wild delight,

Unfathomed depths beam forth a world so bright—

With rays of sun its sparkling splendor vies—

One look within a mortal defies.

Thy lips, the gates where through dawn wings its flight,

Adorn a face suffused with royal light,

Whose radiance puts to shame the vaulted skies.

Two brilliant stars are they from heaven sent—

Their charm I cannot otherwise explain—

By God but for a little instant lent,

Who gracious doth their lustrous glory deign,

To teach those on pursuit of beauty bent,

Beside those eyes all other beauty’s vain.