My love, you look so gentle and so pure When yielding salutation by the way, That the tongue trembles and has nought to say, And the eyes, which fain would see, may not endure. And still, amid the praise you hear secure, you walk with humbleness for your array; Seeming a creature sent from Heaven to stay On earth,
and show a miracle made sure. You are so pleasant in the eyes of men That through the sight the inmost heart doth gain A sweetness which needs proof to know it by: And from between your lips there seems to move A soothing essence that is full of love, Saying for ever to the spirit, “Sigh!