The Extreme Beauty And The Dear Delight, Poem by Philip Henry Savage

The extreme beauty and the dear delight,
Wherewith the world accosts me as I go,
Catch up the heart, and like a flake of snow
Ethereal, it dances in the light.
The music-voices of the day and night
Charm utterly. In truth, I never know
Another wish, before the various show
And concert of the hearing and the sight!

Yet were I most unhappy if alone
Beauty without I courted and adored.
O tyrant Love, peace, then; the world is dumb!
I hear my lady calling and I come.
For love within o'er love without is lord,
And calls us with a look, a touch, a tone.