Sonnet 15

Nature from all her elements hath made
A flower of fadeless beauty—she hath blent
All charms that earth hath held or heaven hath lent—
And in the light of suns and stars array'd
Her form:—from Pallas wisdom—Lada grace,
Hath stol'n—instead of odors which decay:
Cupid and Milek tore the leaves away,
And rounded every limb in three days space.
Then came the higher deities, and pour'd
The graces and the charities—a tongue
Of silver gave, and round the maiden hung
The sympathies of tenderness—who sees
The angel, cries—O born to be ador'd!
Who brought from Stella's groves such charms as these.