Sonnet IX
Amid the florid multitude her faceWas like the full moon seen behind the laceOf orchard boughs where clouded blossoms partWhen Spring shines in the world and in the heart.As the full-moon-beams to the ferny floorOf summer woods through flower and foliage pour,So to my being’s innermost recessFlooded the light of so much loveliness;She held as in a vase of priceless wareThe wine that over arid ways and bareMy youth was the pathetic thirsting for,And where she moved the veil of Nature grewDiaphanous and that radiance mantled throughWhich, when I see, I tremble and adore.