184. A Catechism of His Lady's Charms — With No Answers -
A CATECHISM OF HIS LADY'S CHARMS — WITH NO ANSWERS
From what source could Love suck the gold, what vein
Packed ore into those tresses? What thorn gave
That rose up? And what meadow could so lave
With white dew those locks dropping gold again
And yet again? What pearl-paved grottoes rain
Such lustre on that mouth whence murmurs grave
And golden move like bells beneath a wave?
Whence came those graces like some starry stain?
Ah, what fierce angels lead, what spheres can sway
The heavenly song that ravishes away
The senses dead to lesser harmonies?
What sun poured light into those eyes that freeze
The heart with hostile heat or, in a jest,
Put it on fire with the false hope of rest?
From what source could Love suck the gold, what vein
Packed ore into those tresses? What thorn gave
That rose up? And what meadow could so lave
With white dew those locks dropping gold again
And yet again? What pearl-paved grottoes rain
Such lustre on that mouth whence murmurs grave
And golden move like bells beneath a wave?
Whence came those graces like some starry stain?
Ah, what fierce angels lead, what spheres can sway
The heavenly song that ravishes away
The senses dead to lesser harmonies?
What sun poured light into those eyes that freeze
The heart with hostile heat or, in a jest,
Put it on fire with the false hope of rest?
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