High Beauty in a Humble Maid, Poem by Jean-Antoine De Baïf

High beauty in a humble maid,
A fair speech full of grave sweetness,
Beneath blond hair a premature heart,
A chaste breast where virtue hides:

In a mortal body an immortal grace,
In gentle fierceness a sweet rigor,
In a wise mind a gay vigor,
In a simple soul a wise guile:

And those fair eyes, movers of my sorrows,
Eyes sufficient to light up the nights,
That make the most frozen feel their flame,

Are the thieves (and I do not doubt it)
Who, watching me in love’s passage,
Took me unawares and ravished my soul.

Jean-Antoine de Baïf

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