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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Sonnet XVIII: Genius in Beauty
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Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call
Of Homer`s or of Dante`s heart sublime,—
Not Michael`s hand furrowing the zones of time,—
Is more with compassed mysteries musical;
Nay, not in Spring`s or Summer`s sweet footfall
More gathered gifts exuberant Life bequeaths
Than doth this sovereign face, whose love-spell breathes
Even from its shadowed contour on the wall.
As many men are poets in their youth,
But for one sweet-strung soul the wires prolong
Even through all change the indomitable song;
So in like wise the envenomed years, whose tooth
Rends shallower grace with ruin void of ruth,
Upon this beauty`s power shall wreak no wrong.
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