Her beauty is as lines laid on my soul br   As found revealed beyond the reach of time; br   So subtle, fate's perfection draws me whole br   As powerless I cling to her design. br   Whatever whim she wishes plans my quest, br   Whatever deed she deigns fuels my desire, br   Tormented in my sleep; I may not rest, br   While love consumes my dreams in temper's fire. br br Razed to my knees I raise my head and gasp, br   That yearning should present and like withhold br   So fine and fleeting form slipped from my grasp; br   Now held in mind what was once held in world. br   Her beauty is as lines laid on my soul, br   To bid my poem should pen no coarser goal.