That beauty which embellished the earth

That beauty which embellished the earth
When she was born in whom I live and die,
Did not merely of itself give birth
To its living lineaments in the eye:
But has bewitched me so wondrously,
Every faculty marvelling admiringly,
That, near death, stunned by her divinity
I wake to the light of fatal desire,
Where she plunges me, amazingly,
Deeper in shade the more I am on fire.