“Ladies, behold a maiden fair, and young; To you I come heaven’s beauty to display, And manifest the place from whence I am. In heaven I dwelt, and thither shall return, Joy to impart to angels with my light. He who shall me behold nor be enamored, Of Love shall never comprehend the charm; For every pleasing gift was freely given, When Nature sought the grant of me from him Who willed that your companion I should be. Each star upon my eyes its influence sheds, And with its light and virtue I am blest: Beauties are mine the world hath never seen, For I obtained them in the realms above; And ever must their essence rest unknown, Unless through consciousness of him in whom Love shall abide through pleasure of another. These words a youthful angel bore inscribed Upon her brow, whose vision we beheld; And I, who to find safety gazed on her, A risk incur that it may cost my life; For I received a wound so deep and wide From one I saw entrenched within her eyes, That still I weep, nor peace I since have known.”