"Sun riseth sheen from her brilliant brow, * And her cheek shows the rosiest afterglow: And when both appear to the looker-on, * The skyline star ne'er for shame will show: An the leven flash from those smiling lips, * Morn breaks and the rays dusk and gloom o'erthrow. And when with her graceful shape she sways, * Droops leafiest Ban-tree[FN#289] for envy low: Me her sight suffices; naught crave I more: * Lord of Men and Morn, be her guard from foe! The full moon borrows a part of her charms; * The sun would rival but fails his lowe. Whence could Sol aspire to that bending grace? * Whence should Luna see such wit and such mind-gifts know? Who shall blame me for being all love to her, * 'Twixt accord and discord aye doomed to woe: 'Tis she won my heart with those forms that bend * What shal
