Sonnet CCXV:
CCXV
Even as the level sunlight glorifies
A musky vapor, born of dust and mist,
Turning its motes to lucent amethyst,
Shot with the milky opal’s trembling dyes;
Such was the change the dawning of your eyes
Wrought on a nature earthy, sluggish, trist,
When with divinest charity you kissed
To radiant life a thing you might despise.
And men who wonder at the novel view—
The glow, the color and the vital stir—
Give to effect the cause’s proper due;
But I, who justly part the false and true—
Ah, I have grown a mere idolater,
And seeking light to worship, worship you!
