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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: VI
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DEPRECIATING HER BEAUTY
 I love not thy perfections. When I hear
 Thy beauty blazoned, and the common tongue
 Cheapening with vulgar praise a lip, an ear,
 A cheek that I have prayed to;--when among
 The loud world`s gods my god is noised and sung,
 Her wit applauded, even her taste, her dress,
 Her each dear hidden marvel lightly flung
 At the world`s feet and stripped to nakedness--
 Then I despise thy beauty utterly,
 Crying, ``Be these your gods, O Israel!``
 And I remember that on such a day
 I found thee with eyes bleared and cheeks all pale,
 And lips that trembled to a voiceless cry,
 And that thy bosom in my bosom lay.
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