⁠Was pure toward all high poets, all their kind
And all bright words and all sweet works thereof;
⁠Strong like the sun, and like the sunlight kind;
Heart that no fear but every grief might move
⁠Wherewith men's hearts were bound of powers that bind;
The purest soul that ever proof could prove
⁠From taint of tortuous or of envious mind;
⁠Whose eyes elate and clear
⁠Nor shame nor ever fear
⁠But only pity or glorious wrath could blind;
⁠Name set for love apart,
⁠Held lifelong in my heart,
⁠Face like a father's toward my face inclined;
⁠No gilts like thine are mine to give,
Who by thine own words only bid thee hail, and live.