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William Cowper - Sonnet IV. To Charles Diodati. (Translated From Milton)
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Charles--and I say it wond`ring--thou must know
   That I who once assum`d a scornful air,
   And scoff`d at love, am fallen in his snare
   (Full many an upright man has fallen so)
Yet think me not thus dazzled by the flow 
   Of golden locks, or damask cheek; more rare
   The heart-felt beauties of my foreign fair;
   A mien majestic, with dark brows, that show
The tranquil lustre of a lofty mind;
   Words exquisite, of idioms more than one,
   And song, whose fascinating pow`r might bind,
And from her sphere draw down the lab`ring Moon,
   With such fire-darting eyes, that should I fill
   My ears with wax, she would enchant me still.
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