Note 131 — Chapter VI

I saw no mortal beauty with these eyes

When perfect peace in thy fair eyes I found;

But far within, where all is holy ground,

My soul felt love, her comrade of the skies;

For she was born with God in Paradise;

Else should we still to transient love be bound;

But, finding these so false, we pass beyond,

Unto the Love of loves that never dies.

(Translation of J. A. Symonds.)