by: Michelangelo Buonarroti
by all that to the eyes is fair,
- Yet hungry for the joys that truly bless,
- My soul can find no stair
- To mount to heaven, save earth's loveliness.
- For from the stars above
- Descends a glorious light
- That lifts our longing to their highest height
- And bears the name of love.
- Nor is there aught can move
- A gentle heart, or purge or make it wise,
- But beauty and the starlight of her eyes.
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This poem was translated into English
by George Santayana (1863-1952).