Camoens: "Beholding Her"

When I behold you, Lady! When my eyes
Dwell on the deep enjoyment of your sight,
I give my spirit to that one delight,
And earth appears to me a Paradise.

And when I hear you speak,
And see you smile,
Full satisfied, absorb'd, my center'd mind,
Deems all the world's vain hopes
And joys the wild,
As empty as the unsubstantial Wind.

Lady! I feel your charms,
Yet dare not raise,
To that high theme the unequal Song of praise,
A power for that to language
Was not given.

Nor marvel I, when I those beauties view, Lady!
That He, Whose power created you,
Could form the Stars,
And yonder glorious Heaven.