Lady, I thank thee for thy loveliness,
Because my lady is more lovely still.
Glorying I gaze, and yield with glad goodwill
To thee thy tribute; by whose sweet-spun dress
Of delicate life Love labours to assess
My lady's absolute queendom; saying, -Lo!
How high this beauty is, which yet doth show
But as that beauty's sovereign votaress.â?
Lady, I saw thee with her, side by side;
And as, when night's fair fires their queen surround,
An emulous star too near the moon will ride,-
Even so thy rays within her luminous bound
Were traced no more; and by the light so drown'd,
Lady, not thou but she was glorified.
Sonnet Xxix: The Moonstar
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Poem topics: life, light, moon, night, star, sweet, glad, queen, high, gaze, bound, dress, delicate, absolute, beauty, love, I love you, lady, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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