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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Sonnet XXIX: The Moonstar
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Lady, I thank thee for thy loveliness,
Because my lady is more lovely still.
Glorying I gaze, and yield with glad goodwill
To thee thy tribute; by whose sweet-spun dress
Of delicate life Love labours to assess
My lady`s absolute queendom; saying, “Lo!
How high this beauty is, which yet doth show
But as that beauty`s sovereign votaress.”
Lady, I saw thee with her, side by side;
And as, when night`s fair fires their queen surround,
An emulous star too near the moon will ride,—
Even so thy rays within her luminous bound
Were traced no more; and by the light so drown`d,
Lady, not thou but she was glorified.
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