Thine eyes' blue tenderness, thy long fair hair, br And the wan lustre of thy features­ caught br From contemplation-where serenely wrought, br Seems Sorrow's softness charm'd from its despair-- br Have thrown such speaking sadness in thine air br That--but I know thy blessed bosom fraught br With mines of unalloy'd and stainless thought-- br I should have deem'd thee doom'd to earthly care. br With such an aspect, by his colours blent, br When from his beauty-breathing pen­cil born br (Except that thou hast nothing to repent), br The Magdalen of Guido saw the morn-- br Such seem'st thou--but how much more excellent! br With nought Remorse can claim--nor Virtue scorn. br br December 17, 1813.