Beholding Her by Luis Vaz de Camoes

When I behold you, Lady! when my eyes Dwell on the deep enjoyment of your sight, I give my spirit to that one delight, And earth appears to me a Paradise. And when I hear you speak, and see you smile, Full satisfied, absorb'd, my centr'd mind Deems all the world's vain hopes and joys the while As empty as the unsubstantial wind. Lady! I feel your charms, yet dare not raise To that high theme the unequal song of praise,-- A power for that to language was not given; Nor marvel I, when I those beauties view, Lady! that He, whose power created you, Could form the stars and yonder glorious heaven. Twitter：@camelliayang Website: https://www.camelliayang.com/ Join 1,000+ lifelong learners to receive a monthly newsletter from the Chiwi Journal.