Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Beauty's Pageant lyrics

What dawn-pulse at the heart of heaven, or last Incarnate flower of culminating day,— What marshalled marvels on the skirts of May, Or song full-quired, sweet June's encomiast; What glory of change by nature's hand ama**'d Can vie with all those moods of varying grace Which o'er one loveliest woman's form and face Within this hour, within this room, have pa**'d? Love's very vesture and elect disguise Was each fine movement,—wonder new-begot Of lily or swan or swan-stemmed galiot; Joy to his sight who now the sadlier sighs, Parted again; and sorrow yet for eyes Unborn that read these words and saw her not.